This is a song about "Going to my friends"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Going on my own to play some basketball

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Year to end i was really nice to see all my friends happy i thought we were

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Going to all his friends yelling that baby ain't his, (but it is though, but it is though)

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

Shake junt, get buck my friends

To increase my ends