This is a song about "The huns are deid"

These are words from the creator

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And the windows are tinted.

My bitches fuck me good

Epic, they used to feed me detours

These are visions from the wulf

I got them saying

The people are waiting

Account the amount we are paid

She self made, i'm self made

Hope my city is not too far

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Their remains are feeding the rodents

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)