This is a song about "Death of my friends"

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

In my life ive seen plenty of death and fights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I never thought any of my friends would die by it.

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

The death of my father , is the reason for my hate.

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Death of my father is soon to be felt / how it is to be dealt ??/ is the

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Inability to notice the smile of death, your only cue and my only tell,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends