This is a song about "Dic heads"

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Along with my other trophy heads

There'd still be niggas out killing

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

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

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