This is a song about "Flooding"

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Hoping that he's listening

To help stop the flooding

Tunnel flooding, eyes red, i'm weak like gelatin

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

The flooding of the nothing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy