This is a song about "Shopping with friends"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Forgot to say his friends with a soldier

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

So here i am at the store for some chips

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

With friends and family

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free