This is a song about "Sift heads"

And inside they think rap's soft

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Along with my other trophy heads

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest