This is a song about "Saffo and aesop"

They laugh and scream and leap

This is the concrete

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

One night love: i'mma need that

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

And a fridge and some broccoli

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant