This is a song about "Sneaker heads"

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

When they hear me rocking the groove

Slicing off heads is how i calla truce

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

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

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