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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Along with my other trophy heads

We gone ride'till the wheels fall off

They all just shake their heads and scoff

People with no identity, aren't manifesting their destiny

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

Collect the heads of foes and then im putting all their domes on stakes

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Some people keep their heads held high,but we know its lie, inside they want to

People judge others based on their pigments under their skin

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

About disaster in the world and

Smackin heads on the pavement,