This is a song about "Childhood friends"

Towards my young childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

My childhood was full of bad memories

These dude don't know me from adam and eve

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Since we were never really friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

To mcs that don't rhyme good

That end of my childhood

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst