This is a song about "Nust fm your campus"

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

You can't be wiping your ass

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

They bringing me fish and chips

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

The shit that i spit is more