This is a song about "Dead heads"

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

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

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

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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