This is a song about "Money and sex and waffles and world war 2"

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

War between poorness and richness

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother