This is a song about "He ends up falling for the wrong girl"

Dispensing ends and getting meds to fix the mess you left for dead

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Opened up the wrong door fell into the deep

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I can see the sun falling

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea