This is a song about "Who the shit"

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

I think of who i was before this shit began,

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Bragging's for idiots who don't know how to keep shit clean

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

With the rest who are left

Just say he's the best

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

I gotta tell you that my love is true