This is a song about "Your childish"

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

They think they bring that pain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

They bringing me fish and chips

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course