This is a song about "Weed glocks girls lean anger satan tyler the creator"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Cuz when my pen hits the paper creatin lyrics like tyler the creators baby

(whisper) there's anger in the calm. there's anger in the calm.

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

You just trynna be haters

We should appreciate the girls

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

And i put you on the team

Weed must be white house green see the lean

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same