This is a song about "Tyler compton"

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Huh, i can't interpret her

Why so serious, tyler

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Sorry... lets go tyler.

Bitch i'm on fire

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before