This is a song about "Heads"

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Roll up niggas be like sex

Along with my other trophy heads

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

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

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Now you got me hopped up on that

Leave with their heads in a nap sack