This is a song about "Police brutality and fake friends"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

He always bring the bitching brutality,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

Then you look like a fucking fool

And even your friends at school.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And fake friends need some therapy.

Recurrently nightmares bring more brutality

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

All i need is moola cars and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

My friends and fam hear me,

Bait baby, wait baby