This is a song about "Curley jefferson"

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

First verse got me feeling like tyler the creator's relapse reaction

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Why so serious, tyler

Say bye bye to her

They forgot who they fucking with taylor dalton and his mom are gonna get delt wit

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies