This is a song about "Money and sex and waffles"

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

I don't know why i'm even on this track

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

With plenty of money and women

Hold on you can see my vision