This is a song about "Fence"

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Bitch you’re jumping over the wrong fence,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Paint a picture in your head and ask why the fuck is that fence dull

Worried and scared, knowing i'm going to see the cemeterymust be prepared in this cold world, no one cares

I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence

// [you can fence in your yard]

You shook my world and it felt apart

// [you can fence in your yard]

And by the way i'mma start

// [you can fence in your yard]

A working genius, a work of art

Rap is a prejudicial fence i'm splitting

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning