This is a song about "Heads messed"

Messed with me once, cool, but twice, you're totally fucked now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Okay man you do the drop

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads