This is a song about "Chilling with my friends"

Giving blowjobs to my friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Metronome, chilling with better whores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith