This is a song about "Fuck heads"

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Roll up niggas be like sex

Along with my other trophy heads

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Don’t you be holding back

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets