This is a song about "Chelsea and tyler"

Why so serious, tyler

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And stop playing hide and seek,

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

And their mothers and fathers

Tryna be some mobsters

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul