This is a song about "Red heads"

As i light one for ill will

Picking heads for oral

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

I'm coming for you chickens heads

I'm on deck i'm up next

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Kushed up and my eye red

Probably die getting some head

Along with my other trophy heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads