This is a song about "Having dead friends"

Pooping - having a blast,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Or having each individual nerve attacked?

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Well wishes to my opposition

Instead having a bad addiction

He's got nothing without his friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

To increase my ends

Ive been having these thoughts

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls