This is a song about "Imaginary friends"

To increase my ends

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And you ain't got no friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Start the imaginary vynal, never idle, but i might pretend

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate