This is a song about "Tyler coleman"

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

And him and tyler keep it trill like andre,

First verse got me feeling like tyler the creator's relapse reaction

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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

It's gonna fucking hurt kurt, when i turn you into cole-man

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

That's what rains for

Sorry... lets go tyler.

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time