This is a song about "Standing up for yourself"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

You sell yourself for better jobs

Never cuff a bitch or hoe cuz you'll end up by yourself

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

You're just hand clapping for yourself

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

Everybody watching while you touching real money

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I'm standing up for me, word savvy, and every kid who you caused pain/

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself