This is a song about "Fuck heads"

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

As i light one for ill will

Picking heads for oral

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

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

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

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight