This is a song about "Fuck fake friends"

All these rappers complain about fake friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Talk sharp like a razor blade

You can think i'm a fake,

He's got nothing without his friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

I refuse to be another being on this earth