This is a song about "Ethan hardy"

Someone told me to hang in, then handed me a noose

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

You'll be locked from head to toe, unbreakable chains,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

No other rapper has forgone the flow strong

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies