This is a song about "Your friends dieing violence"

I call em up, they might fall through

I think your are cause your friends pity you

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Just know my lyrics went to your head to stop the violence

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

All your friends will stare and drool

I'm not like your friends or what your friends think

The former, position of a pimp

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

If you look to your left there is violence

That's the sound of my tool

And even your friends at school.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Yeah keep laughing, you and your fake-ass friends/

I'm back tell your fucking friends.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents