This is a song about "Friends wearing costumes"

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

He's got nothing without his friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Like a conjoined twin wearing animal skin.

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Like chameleon, i adapt by wearing a disguise

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

And she throws up whatever she eats

When wearing super skinny jeans.