This is a song about "Fuck heads"

Never wrong at any level

Picking heads for oral

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

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

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