This is a song about "Knob heads"

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

We've just never discussed what's on in our heads

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Heads chocker got the chopper over me,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

As long as we're cooperating with god