This is a song about "Tyler the ceeator"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

Why so serious, tyler

All my shit designer

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And him and tyler keep it trill like andre,