This is a song about "Thowing rocks at the crazy l adys"

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

And looking back at all the shit, that seems so fucking crazy,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Poppin' rocks when he locks a glock, shots at the moderates,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings