This is a song about "Heads"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Fast and furious sucked, just like these whores heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

So rest your weary heart

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next