This is a song about "Abella anderson"

And him and tyler keep it trill like andre,

And i got 'em every day, every day

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die