This is a song about "Abella anderson"

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

I go in like rickey henderson traveling on a sac fly

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

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Cuz when my pen hits the paper creatin lyrics like tyler the creators baby

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Real recognize real, that's what my buddy always say

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

It reminds me of marvin gaye and carson mcrae,