This is a song about "Red heads"

Smackin heads on the pavement,

If you feel it, it must be real just

Cutting me this worthless check

Covered the room in splattered red,

Picking heads for oral

Lady at the frank stand will

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Along with my other trophy heads

Color your eyes alveolar red

My god come before this bread