This is a song about "Peanut heads"

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I daydream all the time about severing heads

February cold as my heart

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs