This is a song about "Towel heads"

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

I'm about about to send their heads spinning

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads