This is a song about "Pros of pollution"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

I'm breathing for a purpose

You got me fuming, i'm propane, profane, prolifically grow others to pros,

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

All i got is my pros, i don’t need no friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I'll give you pros and cons about you man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Leaving a pollution of cannabis behind me,