This is a song about "Sift heads"

As we give up our debts

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Only real niggas stay on top

The feds got- their heads chopped,

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I daydream all the time about severing heads

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

Along with my other trophy heads

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads