This is a song about "July 1 was when we hooked up"

You only have 1 shot, when you only get 1 shot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

What you gonna do when we roll up and kick flip

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

1:03-1:34- young zeke pass me the mike, blow up the beat like schleich,

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Zone 1, sosa rolled, stand up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut