This is a song about "Sift heads"

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

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