This is a song about "My peener"

Grab my knife and my gun

Yeah i ain't done

And i hope you a believer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Once as a slave who imagined being free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense