This is a song about "Dick heads"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I daydream all the time about severing heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Okay man you do the drop

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense