This is a song about "Friends wearing costumes"

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

All your wearing is your ann summers underwear,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

You're fake like costumes taste my exhaust fumes like the views?

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

I know what you do with that

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

He's got nothing without his friends

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments