This is a song about "Sift heads"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I'm coming for you chickens heads

As we give up our debts

Along with my other trophy heads

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads