This is a song about "Rypod shuffle"

They shoot missiles and nukes

Still got my nike boots

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,

Hope all over again, we can start

Homework is hard, postmark on the card

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I provoke you fools so i can make a move

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Saying they this and that

This country, black and white, its split

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Turn the bling up like imma pharoah