This is a song about "Severed heads"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

So i severed your head and ur throat

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm coming for you chickens heads

This a different motor man better go to work

I've seen niggas with scared faces, arms are severed,