This is a song about "We tryna rap put pv on the map follow me on the twitta app"

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Put me on a track i'll rap the microphone with e's (ease)

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

Eat the shit rap feeds me then regurgitate it on you critics,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map