This is a song about "Whiskey friends school"

Whether its school, family, or friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

And even your friends at school.

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

I be simply sippin whiskey tipsy from the fuckin liqueur

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

The next day i went to the gym to see all my friends making a cake for the school

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

To increase my ends

Its alright u have no friends