This is a song about "Odd socks"

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Knocking socks to own up or show accretion

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

A demon and a god, perfect and also odd,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

On no, you're 20 some odd years old and still a virgin

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I was curious and just that it was a little odd

Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The horse lied, i've got an odd mind

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Then watch him spin round and round til he sweats his socks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops