This is a song about "Pot heads"

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Get it hot in the pot

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Smackin heads on the pavement,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And everybody's having sex

Along with my other trophy heads

Meaning its more like pot expansion

And i’m talkin, passenger action

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Fuck that job been around that block

Spitting randomly high on pot

Ever since then i had no job

Settle down maybe grow some pot