This is a song about "Sex drugs and graffiti"

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

They like talking, its like gossip

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,