This is a song about "Sneaker heads"

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Now i ain't saying i'm mad, but i'm gunning for your heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Along with my other trophy heads

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I daydream all the time about severing heads

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

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