This is a song about "Friends being mean"

And i mean it (and i mean it)

The real muscle in the message of that

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Whats non compos mentis mean?

I see a young teen

Brotha lynch may be mean

To increase my ends

And you ain't got no friends

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

You must flow like a king, rhyme like a fighter, know what i mean, i hope i'm being a guider

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Since we were never really friends.