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

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

A born starter, in the game for real

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

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I make my own decisions, i'm the creator

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Beat dictator dream deflater ma flows the hater creator

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

These are words from the creator