This is a song about "Gangster friends"

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure