This is a song about "Fresh as a turd"

So i'm trying something fresh or maybe reviving a corpse

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

That's what's up! i'll catch your wackness fresh on a camera

Im fresh like the water comin straight from a well

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell