This is a song about "My friends and weed"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

For the family and my friends when life fades away (x2)

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

And i stand as a motive for my friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

And me and my friends skin color don’t match,

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

And i stand as a motive for my friends

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit