This is a song about "Abrasive"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Left me like a blank white paper

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

They say that i act too flamboyant i’m just tryna be myself

Flamboyant screeches at the fear of the unnatural gasses

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

I pipe in and one night her

You never tasted paper

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I'ts this goddamn showbiz, fucking soul corrosive