This is a song about "Mold"

I'm here to mold you from raw dough through my flow

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

I need to be the cheese with green like soakin' mold, god only knows,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Or else they will sit and get covered in mold

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

Take those words and i mold it into some kind of advantage

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

They at the same spot they making no progress

Take control and break the mold, mainstream, they confess,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

The mainstream makes money, so i'm breaking the mold,