This is a song about "Dead heads"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

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

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I daydream all the time about severing heads

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Trying hard to speak and

Smackin heads on the pavement,