This is a song about "Sift heads"

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

My direction good, well-rounded type

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Convertibles with turbo jets

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

The crown ruler is back

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

I'm coming for you chickens heads

And everybody's having sex