This is a song about "Having dead friends"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

To increase my ends

Shake junt, get buck my friends

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Or just stop having fun

In earth, as it is in heaven