This is a song about "Missions week hometown bound"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Got the solar gravitation so i'm bound to pull it

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

We be dreamers just tryin at our own missions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Three lunch boxes a week,

The drug that they brain need

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I like listening to music in the week.

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

To the sound of you being gagged and bound