This is a song about "Chelsea and tyler"

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

And him and tyler keep it trill like andre,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

And their mothers and fathers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Why so serious, tyler

How simple they are

That's what rains for

Sorry... lets go tyler.

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

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

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

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal