This is a song about "Shitty friends"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

Meek milly racked up racked out

It was shitty without a doubt

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Your rap is so shitty!

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But make sure if they do see

Haters gettin shitty

Since we were never really friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy