This is a song about "Selling crack making fat stacks 9mm feel the heat to this beat"

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I’m just kickin’ this shit to ya while rhymin’ on the beat,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

That moschino shit is so back

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

Its crazy when the beat makes you feel this way

I was gonna write you a poem today

Peel ya entire cap back while my stacks stay fat.

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

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet