This is a song about "Your mm"

●mm mm i'm sitting on the world like i own it/

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Until your tits fall off into your lap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Your on fire.. your on fire

All my shit designer

And he, what's his name, earl

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights