This is a song about "Weed sex guns coke money drugs"

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed