This is a song about "Veto"

You reflect in this heart of mine

I perfect every line

Odd future, i'm your mothafucking sergeant

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Look inside my closet

Got the game on lock in my pocket

Preaching to the poets, i'm an o.f. prophet

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Better hope this doesn't reach the ears of an executive

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

Or never say never though i admit

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick