This is a song about "Tyler the creator"

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

And then along came the wrong man for her

These are words from the creator

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Good love then i can do that for her

Why so serious, tyler

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

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

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