This is a song about "Tyler and kyla"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high

And like to boast and brag

In the house, holla back

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And once i'm dead and gone

My way like a usher song

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

And stop playing hide and seek,

Niggas is unifying as we speak

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and