This is a song about "Love song about moldy pizza rancid butter and flat soda"

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I feel my work ain't enough

Who cares about hearts and love

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

It's been too long since my last love song,

She's every love song that i love singing

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

Talking about big love

I'm breathing for a purpose