This is a song about "My dreams and friends and weed"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

The revolution will proceed

Put up and smoke that weed,

Malcolm x, by any means

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

And i stand as a motive for my friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Rapping is in my genes in my blood and even in my dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans