This is a song about "You ll never make it to the nba"

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Cause it could, come back to cut you man you never know

It's hard to make a splash when you never move around,

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p

I fucking hate this job

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

As we find the reason why you continue to make it easy to take side's, 0 to nine/

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future but through whatever you see

Or i’m never gonna make it.

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

The ones who truly reckless but nah forget it you will never

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever