This is a song about "Friends sister"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Since we were never really friends.

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.