This is a song about "Erin schmidt"

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

I get more than a getter now us two we all know who's better

I wish this was meta, say i'm really a go getter

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

That i wield way better, then a cheddar go getter

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her