This is a song about "Cameron foster"

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

A foster mum while they

Tell me how can we live this way