This is a song about "Whiskey friends school"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I be simply sippin whiskey tipsy from the fuckin liqueur

To increase my ends

Frequent toker, ask my friends.

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Abandoned by all my friends, labelled by my school,

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

And even your friends at school.

The thugs say i'm cool

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

School and friends and kittens like i did when i was nine

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

He's got nothing without his friends