This is a song about "Head tops"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Blood stainin black and white tops

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

The rhythm gets into your head.

So if i do call it's just a check

Finding more light to shed

Before she fuck with ya head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Loving you is clouding my head