This is a song about "Tyler the ceeator"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The more battles the better the flows

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole