This is a song about "Depression my mom weed alcohol high school fake friends j"

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Whether its school, family, or friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

That hands you weed and alcohol

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

The underdog of the underground has come far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

That's the window into the sky

Whilst in a school called junior high