This is a song about "Damn towel heads"

The day before is better than the present

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads