This is a song about "These ends"

Tryna meet my half ends

We can never be friends

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I dont need fake friends i dont take ends

Feasting off wack mc's just waiting till lunch ends

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Ends up in another type of conductor that you never uncover

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I think you and your friends

With you the cursing never ends