This is a song about "Tom tyler sam"

Cuz when my pen hits the paper creatin lyrics like tyler the creators baby

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Even uncle sam agrees.

Sorry... lets go tyler.

And the food could have been finer

Tom hanks & tom watts flaunt the onslaught/

Don’t like to see when she talk

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries