This is a song about "Out with friends"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

And the v12, that's on various trips

Forgot to say his friends with a soldier

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

And smoke out with your bum friends, i'm a beast now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I prefer your applause without a handout

Damn... no friends, no enemies- i guess they even out

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.