This is a song about "Crack heads"

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

All of us will eventually crack.

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

And everybody's having sex

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Smackin heads on the pavement,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt