This is a song about "Fucking your hoes"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

Or closed casket for our troubles

I hate your fucking guts.

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments