This is a song about "Dead ends"

I got no friends with no ends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm a platter full of odds and ends,

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Same shit different pen just reruns with different ends,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Caged within where sin begins witherin away chasin ends,