This is a song about "Dick heads"

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

So get up, its time to start nation building

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Penetratin' you dick heads in an instant like catheters, my thesis

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

What a mess! but we clean in the club

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads