This is a song about "Head tops"

And please never disrespect my set

And think alone in my head

Black clouds circle my weary head

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Everything about me tops all of them

Time after time, again and again

Blood stainin black and white tops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

So if it comes down, may the best man win

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

So anything do is everything to you

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

If your man want to bet

Before she fuck with ya head