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

But i see other people every day with their lovers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Top dropped down, black on black

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

Setting people on fire with this inferno

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

They all just shake their heads and scoff