This is a song about "Another"

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

She can't be my mother

Smoke one, spit another,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

We are exactly like one another,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Another tragic episode

Now you speaking my language

Murdering another bitch

Im not just another white fellow

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Another life without a reason, another day without a meaning