This is a song about "Hegegty34vfey3wegueguyggfygeyguyvshjvwshwqy82wgehvashcvyt y uxchviydgtev"

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party