This is a song about "Tyler and tanner"

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

And i'm dizzy and spinning

But he don't rule a thing

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And kill yourself and your clique

For the low that nine cheap

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed