This is a song about "Off with their heads"

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

Convertibles with turbo jets

Along with my other trophy heads

They all just shake their heads and scoff

No kenny smith, no i'mma jet off

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Like an atheist with faith mocks gods words til his own heads at stake

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads