This is a song about "Thursday afternoon"

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Think not ok i gotta football game on thursday at 8pm at the game i got five

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

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

Could've spent it all on thursday, but i saved it for my parents

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I think i might go michelangelo with flows this afternoon,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon