This is a song about "Pot heads"

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Spitting randomly high on pot

Cause i break it out a lot

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

See, where i come from is hard

The feds got- their heads chopped,

I fucking hate this job

Get it hot in the pot

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

But got comma’s in my statement

Smackin heads on the pavement,