This is a song about "Stomped on children heads"

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Keep on living, feed our children, i know that it's tough/

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

All the innocent little children

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Get the zippo and spark the shit

But you stomped all over it

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

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

I'm coming for you chickens heads

I'm on deck i'm up next