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

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

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Along with my other trophy heads

Convertibles with turbo jets

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Old folks smoking out of their nose on the episode of ode

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

But they butt heads like two rams in their prime

So rest your weary heart

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Setting people on fire with this inferno

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Rappers wanna battle me, i have to mail their heads back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq