This is a song about "Sex drugs and graffiti"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But most times darling the sequel sucks

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

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