This is a song about "Fuck heads"

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds