This is a song about "The comeback"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Take the exit, the nearest left

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Upstate he take showers

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Better have a good comeback i'll grind you up like a vitamix blender.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You wasted my rhyming replying back to me without a comeback

Than the birds on the wire

I ain't talkative neither