This is a song about "Stomped on children heads"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Smackin heads on the pavement,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

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

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Along with my other trophy heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

And everybody's having sex

I'm coming for you chickens heads