This is a song about "Ex who thinks we re friends"

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Dispose of any foe who thinks their flow is just as dope as mine

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Since we were never really friends.

Mathematic deconstruction systematic re-destruction yep, we back at it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

And anybody who fucks around and thinks they can go dissin' me,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Meet some new friends who act like hooligans,