This is a song about "Old finnish people with things on their heads"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Setting people on fire with this inferno

They all just shake their heads and scoff

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny