This is a song about "Finding parents"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

And say fuck you to your parents,

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

My city's culture to the game now in existence

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Weak asses, need glasses cause they're finding their feet!

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

And panned out, i'm all in love

I feel sorry for there parents

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz