This is a song about "Shooting peoples heads"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Shows to do, got record to sell

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

I'm shooting at the bullshit,