This is a song about "Fuck heads"

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Now concentrate until you get the juice

The feds got- their heads chopped,

And inside they think rap's soft

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

The crown ruler is back

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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