This is a song about "Sneaker heads"

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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,

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

I said patience persistence got the world listening

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Along with my other trophy heads