This is a song about "Smack heads"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

Smack ya with a mannequin, smack ya with your aspirin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Convertibles with turbo jets

This shit's smack who you kiddin'?

I know that love it could begin

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Walk righ up and give um a smack

Promise if you hold me down

Smack down and i got the crown

Man but this ain't no sign language

Wouldnt smack a woman but id smack a bitch