This is a song about "Tyler you suc"

You can't say that you won

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

When you see me you begin you hibernation.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

You got your crew behind you

South beach fountain blue

See you, touch you, hear you

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 thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

You gon' tip her

Sorry... lets go tyler.

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?