This is a song about "Fuck tyler"

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

That means two, between me and you

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Who knows what the

Fuck your criteria

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

They giving pounds and that before get the money