This is a song about "Afternoon"

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

My bitch wanna spoon late in the afternoon, this bitch that i consumed,