This is a song about "Being in locw"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Blow up and being in a position

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Of being fooled in a prank, which blew me in fragments

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

For being the absent dad in attendance

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Just for me being weird in the past/

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow