This is a song about "Tyler the creator"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

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

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

And not a single feature except lil wayne

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,