This is a song about "Head on a stick"

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

There was never a fork on each other's course but it always felt there was on his head

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Stick you severed head in the toilet take a shit than i flush

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Ive got a sick and evil mind,stick your head inside a bee hive,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise