This is a song about "Stone moore do your fucking outlines"

And it's well known that rell home

Victims name engraved on marble stone

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

To increase my ends

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Far away from home

Fucking pussies do some research on rugby!

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Or closed casket for our troubles

I hate your fucking guts.

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Twinkle your nose, wiggle your toes do whatever you gotta do,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue