This is a song about "My roommate"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

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

My words are my rhythm

Had to wear the 13's with them

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The ice ain't really nothing to her