This is a song about "Dic heads"

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

And i don't want

The feds got- their heads chopped,

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

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

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

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next