This is a song about "Bracing yourself for sunday roast at grandmas"

But i ain't get to see you today

I'll have your ass by sunday,

You sell yourself for better jobs

And i'm still hurtin over pops

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

And then rainbow on sunday

They forgot about the fourth coast

And its your body i roast

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Fend for yourself, learn how to defend your cents

For a fact, you might lose yourself

I'm on deck i'm up next

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

You're just hand clapping for yourself