This is a song about "Crack heads"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

For what for cookin crack

Try to jack and i will attack

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes