This is a song about "Dead heads"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

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

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

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

I don't take shit from no one. i don't gotta say a word, i just flip 'em the bird.

Smackin heads on the pavement,

And bijies like im out and

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads