This is a song about "Dry your tear s"

It's to all those kids who grew up with nothing, dry your tears,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Leave you slumped im a beast and i tear out your heart

Want the title but im always fighting under card

But i don't need your fucking pity so don't even shred a tear

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

We never tattle, let god handle that

You based your life off of 50's shit

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

I'll come right back with a divebomb and tear your career apart

Need some weed, awful dry

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease