This is a song about "Friends and brothers"

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

And starting to look out more for our brothers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

My friends and fam hear me,

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Cleverly comprised/ together with friends, family and dalliance

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings