This is a song about "Hostile"

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

The hostile picasso, but played it cool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

As a hostile patient hidden in a hostel basement

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Cause this white boy don't choke in places hostile

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I got a hostile relationship with money like eminem and stan

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

I will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love