This is a song about "Ski racing graduating friends"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Pacing back and forth mind racing like a track horse

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Limelight, my mind's racing faced with these dreams we chasing/

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Since we were never really friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Shake junt, get buck my friends

To increase my ends