This is a song about "Buying of ruperts"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

You're buying though cuz i'm really kinda fucking poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

That your buying and there loving it,

So if you wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Buying all this shit, fuck it man i'm rich

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring