This is a song about "Heads spinning"

I'm slipping from existence and spinning through a dimension

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Convertibles with turbo jets

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

So get up, its time to start nation building

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Know give me a head start

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Along with my other trophy heads