This is a song about "Anna loves kissing tyler"

Hey, must be the money

I'm adored by who loves me

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

That my tigress loves his highness

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

When she start kissing me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Loves whatever you make it

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

So the devil that drove in her got in control

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face