This is a song about "Taylor h"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I guess i'd even settle for just taylor

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Woah, just say yeah like yous a mufuckin taylor

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,