This is a song about "Farewell friends"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Oh well i gotta go i got more important things to do than play around with you farewell.

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Its alright u have no friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Whether its school, family, or friends

Champagne for real friends real pain for sham friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents