This is a song about "Fat heads"

The feds got- their heads chopped,

And i don't want

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

You said also i was fat

So i'm one with that

Convertibles with turbo jets

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads