This is a song about "Tyty and i"

And i made it and i napalm

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

And i understand you feel weekend and beaten

And i walk what i talk and i walk never ran

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

This how i hear it different

What i do, through and through and

So dunn stay silent

I gotta calm down and

And then i go again and again,

And it rules everything around them

But i look and i see,

Like hoes down in magic city

I got rhythm and flow and the syncopation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win