This is a song about "Sneaker heads"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense