This is a song about "Glaucoma on the left eye of getty wap"

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Cause the more intelligent part of you was left to dry on the bed,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

An when the world ends...ill be the only left on it,

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Dont fuck up don't fall, keep your eye on the ball and dig deeper

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

In the corner of my eye, i saw a pair of polka dot underwear

And bijies like im out and

87. left on the pavement,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Dont fuck up don't fall, keep your eye on the ball and dig deeper