This is a song about "Earl of oxford"

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm the sushi king

Feeling, of appealing

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Jay electronica and earl sweatshirt still have got it,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly