This is a song about "Wanna be a fashion model"

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

I wanna be a bigger better beat buster

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

This is heaven on hell

Like a fashion cartel,

But now all changed i wanna be a dope rapper

And served it to the public on a silver platter

With a honey in the middle

My new bitch is now a model

You sound like a lazy wanna be activist throwing a fit

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Dont wanna be a dumbass and look like a fool.

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

And that was when i was in the eighth grade