This is a song about "Tyler being a cunt"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Too afraid of being a loser

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

Sorry... lets go tyler.

Going broke, no sir

Why so serious, tyler

The only time i flirt with her

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I believed in a higher being.

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt