This is a song about "Corps of cadets"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Of potential cases

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

No more getting chased by space cadets.

Roll up niggas be like sex

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Beaches of normandy.

This kind of reminds me of fishin'

I know that love it could begin

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Return of the king of flow

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred