This is a song about "Your handicaped"

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Your gonna gratify

All you niggas die

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

You don't mean that, you faggot

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Leave your running to your mamma,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

But i let off everything i have

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

And all we lack is communication like service sucks