This is a song about "Dead heads"

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

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

//btw there are barely any pauses in this rap so it will be a bitch to record!

Ill sever the heads of clever professors / whether they're dead or never surrendered

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

I'm coming for you chickens heads

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs