This is a song about "Miami dolphins"

Shit with our whole family

The streets of miami

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

That i burn up like miami beaches/

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake