This is a song about "Mrs foster"

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Secret missives to the mrs

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Why i can't move away

A foster mum while they

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs