This is a song about "Hammer heads"

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

I'm coming for you chickens heads

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Spittin' hard than hammer and nails,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

No gimmick: real time, real heart

The feds got- their heads chopped,

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

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Loud addition purple patch

Flash that arm with that hammer catch

Which comes towards me like thor's hammer

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her