This is a song about "Heads"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

I only got one rule, no kissing

Never wrong at any level

Picking heads for oral

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Heads chocker got the chopper over me,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds