This is a song about "Ill cut yor head off"

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

Get your sentences cut off comma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

// [don't you worry your pretty little head off]

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

So leave it up to me i'll cut your head off like the taliban in pakistan

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Spose ill snort coke off the breasts

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone