This is a song about "Damn towel heads"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Step out the shower pick up my towel, and shut the curtains, holdin in my urges,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

I'm coming for you chickens heads

I'm on deck i'm up next

Convertibles with turbo jets

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

Smackin heads on the pavement,

Attention is a must

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

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

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