This is a song about "Sparta gaza killa we no were fhilla"

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

We thought we were one but we was really two/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

We were livin' the cold world, ever since our birth no remedy

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Since we were never really friends.

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

When we were happy simultaneously