This is a song about "Former friend"

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

To my newly found friend

Hold my tears i tried my best

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,

I'll never be your best friend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face