This is a song about "Kidnapping infants and there mothetd"

Dont tie your hair

And it was all right there

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You're smitten with this woman, both of you dreaming, into wishing for instant infants

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Smashin giant mcs to the size of infants

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

And who stands over there, across the board there goes a donkey

And make thoughtless people start changing there tone,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

And there no way of stoping this