This is a song about "Heads"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Know give me a head start

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I'm coming for you chickens heads

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads