This is a song about "Tyler the creator"

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

And him and tyler keep it trill like andre,

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Amir, the creator of the site, but somethin ain't right. makes me question how legit your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,