This is a song about "Universal studios"

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

The grim reaper, universal peace seeker, the peacekeeper,

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Look around: we the largest in the game

An unseen being casting universal curses

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

My styles universal aliens feel it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

My life is a movie, universal my picture

I got my own ride, i'm universal

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

My styles universal aliens feel it