This is a song about "Done with the feds"

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I painted a crime just for the feds

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Cause im done with everbody i wanna be the best,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Done with the corny rhymes