This is a song about "Smack heads"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Along with my other trophy heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Walk righ up and give um a smack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Here my dick go smack smack

I don't want it on my back

Convertibles with turbo jets

I'm coming for you chickens heads

It ain't where i been

This shit's smack who you kiddin'?