This is a song about "My bool natives"

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

To get a pair, natives killed him right in front the mall

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

My own unknown is my enemy,

It ain't hard to make money

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But five years from now i bet she see

These my rhymes and my story