This is a song about "Tyler the creator"

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator