This is a song about "Turning heads"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Along with my other trophy heads

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Smackin heads on the pavement,

You can see them at the bars, on the stools and turning.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

Quick turning into that cocky kid

What is society turning into?

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

We don't believe you, you need more people

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Turning you bitches to splatter