This is a song about "Scalping"

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

My homies, they just lift and sniff, whiff when splittin' spliffs,

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses