This is a song about "Stupid friend harsh preet"

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Just say he's the best

I just want a best friend

Niggas in the street scared

I'll never be your best friend

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Everyone’s pissed at me, saying i’m too harsh/

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Talking about a friend, of a friend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent