This is a song about "Fight these lyrics"

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Were to examine this he would wonder how the fuck i come up with these lyrics,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Lay awake at night i fight these demons that are inside

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

U tryin to act hard with these weak lyrics u spit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

He's sitting, committing to these lyrics in each written, highlighting

Take these sharp lyrics and make an incision upon your throat,

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke