This is a song about "Have no fera"

Or the trials of relations

And god knows i have no patience

Nonetheless i have no regrets,

Convertibles with turbo jets

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

No one believes what i really have become

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

But honestly i have no clue

You have no more words for me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Theres no escaping once they have you there

Its alright u have no friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

While 0,5% have no money to defend

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest