This is a song about "Bo fo sho"

Erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

C'mon c'mon open up yo mind fo a second

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Packing that fo-fo, keep a snub nose by the shelf