This is a song about "Friends talking to your boy"

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

After a night of barcadi, booze, a party ruse with gentlemen pretends

Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

You’ll be the first of your friends to see a volcano