This is a song about "You are my fr"

Cause my lyrics are like miracles to you ears you hear me?

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

At best you are average, my scripts are straight damaging,

You know theres no control, but if my eyelids are open

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

My desires are never ending like my rhymes you envy,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

You are inferior to my material.

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference