This is a song about "Horton hears a who"

Its a metaphor for, who gives a fuck.

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Yea hears to the fucked up teens

Little more weed, first class seats

I gotta tell you that my love is true

For a true nigga who wants you

Hears the word yes and never gets no

People love hodgy i hate you though

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,

This is a battle n who wins is who dares

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith