This is a song about "Fuck feds"

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

The feds got- their heads chopped,

Okay man you do the drop

Feds will never catch me,

We like to party

I'm duckin' the feds, touchin' the bread, and hopefully, faithfully,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Live your life before the feds get you for a kilo

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

It's like you were afraid of feds or loose threads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Feds cannot uncover the tracks i leave for them either