text: Yeah, welcome to the show
  I hope you like us and if you dont, fuck you
  Black rasta band, fitted caps, no dreads
  Look into the crowd, I see soldout heads
  Tyler hit the drums while I pump up the fans
  Left Brain with his shirt off jumping in the stands
  Everybody hyped up and waving they hands
  Spotlight so bright man, we all gon have tans
  Take this purchase like grams, Odd Future goes harder
  Than sliced Thanksgiving honey roasted ham
  Getting butter to the jam, so jam
  Start in the PM, and end in the AM
  I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
  I patrol control, so a fucking controller
  These niggas crying, put em in a stroller
  I stroll up in the fucking Range Rover
  Red Rover, green Rover and Im finna run you over
  Todays Friday, what do you do on Friday? Get high
  You could hang with some friends, get some people, get together
  You buy some tickets, you gon see a great fucking show
  Ace, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, bitch!
  Welcome to the show! Welcome to the show, bitch!
  I hope you like us! You should love us actually, we work hard
  Now, Im gon introduce you to the man on the drums
  Ace the Fucking Creator, bitch!
  Roll up a dutchie, I dont smoke weed, I do coke
  But I guess thats why the white girls wanna fuck me
  Man this bitch musty, man that nigga lucky
  I bout to get his bitch, and get that bitch to come and touch me
  Bob Marley blaring, its hot as fuck, sweaty
  My skinny ass flexing, so that fat bitches is sexing
  My nigga Brain Leftin, O-high like Cleveland
  Niggas in the evening, chilling like a villain in December
  Drunk as fuck so I cant remember a thing
  Im bout to fall, timber
  Odd Future rasta, Im a fucking monster
  Lochness, throw me in the beach 
  Man I got this bitch and her yeast on my tongue
  Hopefully she cum.. fuck, drunk off this rum
  And she from the home of the fucking Middle East
  So her pussy bomb, peace