This is a song about "Aaron and tyler"

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And like to boast and brag

I'm about to snap

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And remember what i said and

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,