This is a song about "Gonna"

Or i’m never gonna make it.

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Gonna speed down the freeway,heel to toe gonna be fast

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Your gonna gratify

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Not likely like stay long please

Those tits im gonna squeeze

You think hate gonna inflict pain

I wanted the money and never the fame

I aint gonna mature,

And i don’t need a cure

Let me call that hotel

This ain't shit time gonna tell,