This is a song about "Family fucking you over"

If i could, i'd plant some greens over all their fucking riches

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

I bled all over the fucking place worse than an abused whore

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Run you over like it is a fucking parade

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I freeze you to death like your standing for a family picture

It's really not an issue

Bitch i'm fucking over you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

I'll be there looking over you

Perhaps so, so love all your foes, we're family you know

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow