This is a song about "Fat heads"

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

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

And this will be the song that we sing

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

Lady at the frank stand will

Picking heads for oral

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Click clack with a switch fat

Yo, i'll bet she be back

You said also i was fat

I'm coming for you chickens heads

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

The feds got- their heads chopped,

See, and now life seem hard