This is a song about "Harsh sunlight"

Bring the battering ram where you live

I'm blessed with sunlight caressed by night life

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Our heads dont hit the pillow til we see sunlight

But if i die tonight

My game is harsh, like the third reich

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense