This is a song about "Love between three friends"

Second peter one three

That's why i'm makin' money

And losin all his money

At the age of fuckin three

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

For that j number three

No time to plot retreats

Just curl up between your sheets

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Which spurt blood and turn love to three breakfast courses.

War between poorness and richness

When they showed up at your door at christmas

I'm between streets like city blocks-

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I will always love you my friends