This is a song about "Dic heads"

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

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

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

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

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Soon as we start

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Heads chocker got the chopper over me,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs