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

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

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Bars with ease got most if not all rappers on their knees

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Setting people on fire with this inferno

She said it really dont matter if its real though

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

If you feel it, it must be real just

Smackin heads on the pavement,