This is a song about "Sift heads"

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

Convertibles with turbo jets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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