This is a song about "Roasting your friends"

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

I think your are cause your friends pity you

She gonna dance when that molly through

Maybe guess you get it all now

Your friends are left wondering how

Call me crazy maybe, but those were your friends that "hate'' me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Or cause your alone so much without a society of friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Nowadays you can't be too sure of your friends