[Verse 1: Casey Veggies] This shit is schizo, tell a chick to get low Yeah that was an insult, sorry for that info Young killa' that be ridin' round, swag me out, wipe me down Your bitch is just like a frog and she just be hoppin' around Whole squad be pipin' it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks Ain't talkin' grams but I'm on deck, they talkin' grams I'm focused This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit Imagine that, I hardly kick them braggin raps But right now my swag is a bad ho, magnet You hesitant and I'm adamant, can't stop this, got the locksmith In the door, on the scene, cash rules and I'm making cream like
[Hook: Casey Veggies and Tyler, The Creator] Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat Well fuck the bullshit it's time to let these niggas know Let these niggas know, let these niggas know
[Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt] Getting money now nigga trust that Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that Y'all niggas talking shit but y'all won't bust back Nah!
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis] I'm high as my confidence, nigga sue me Niggas acting like they part of the action I'm in the movie Lets get it crackin', young nigga with fashion, two piece Louis With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff em in the hoopty Yeah I'm bougie, but nigga fuck it do you and I do me Was frontin' like my new teeth and now they lookin like "Who he?" Oops this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate Wolf Gang we in this bitch, thick like Brazilian bitches is Listen kid, this is the part where I'm swearing we win Money make the world go round I'm preparing to spin I swear I love LA but when it's ready to end I'm in New York tossing dimes like I'm Jeremy Lin
[Hook] + [Bridge]
[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats] I'm a silent flexer oh, hybrid Lexus, low I bred measures, my hybrid's better Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence Demolish and conquer shit, faggots wanna honor this I know you see the cars and the whips Broads and these bitches on my balls and my dick I'm here for the cash I ain't calling in sick Next time I pick up the phone, I'm calling in rich One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before I know I love my life for sure You know I fucked your wife, my whore I'm a fucking animal, that's one hell of a species I move you niggas out the way with my telekinesis
[Hook] + [Bridge]
[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt] Jive pants tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less Lose-lose, .22 caps in that catchers mitt And daddy's absence was the reason why the swagger's this Similar to abstinent ass and you ain't tappin' shit Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again And dip fast as shit with all the cash cacklin' Stanzas are them axes that him have to cut the chatter with Hard as the wall of Clay Cassius that my back against Hulk smash brackets that the masses try to stash him in Half pans labyrinth, half black magic grip Black flack jacket tap dancin' in a passion pit Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical Lips slurpin' that lit purple, my bitch circular Not givin' shits like writers when its personal Disgurstin' as dick burpin' when its vertical
[Tyler the Creator] (Oh shit that's the end huh Aww, un uh man, I like talking shit, I feel like P. Diddy!)Explain