This is a song about "Odd future"

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Do we plan for our future

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

According to y’all just the sight of me’s odd is it?

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

No prospects for the future

I think it excited her

A demon and a god, perfect and also odd,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot