This is a song about "Severed heads"

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Repeatedly severed clever distal rabble

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Convertibles with turbo jets

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I severed your throat thrice and that still isn't enough,

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Leave you severed across the street

The revolution will proceed

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads