This is a song about "Sift heads"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Smoking is a delight that spreads to the minds and heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Must be a lady in tha light

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Half your body laying on my chest

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Along with my other trophy heads

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I daydream all the time about severing heads