This is a song about "Guns to peoples heads"

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Bet i get like 8 of them

Stick to my guns just like i taped em

We went from street kid drug heads to wearing cartier sunglasses

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense