This is a song about "Scooter"

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

You want some weed, roll us

It's just textbook stuff

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

I'm a psycho with that razor-sharp blessed decisive flow,

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

A big mouse in game coming for his chedda

The flight of wings left and right it speeds mightily so free in living legacies

Look a kennedy -- private sailboat with the amenities

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed