This is a song about "Losin friends dont hurt"

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Making a movie, spike work

No matter what it fuckin hurt

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Im not gone keep feelin hurt

The concept is so absurd

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

But when it comes down to winnin' or losin'

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

You start challenging me you end up losin (sing)