This is a song about "Crack heads"

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

All of us will eventually crack.

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

We've just never discussed what's on in our heads

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

No gimmick: real time, real heart

The feds got- their heads chopped,