This is a song about "Yawn"

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

And watch you drop to the ground while i yawn 'n' frown

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Making me yawn, waiting for them to be gone

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

When people read my shit they go insane, when they hear yours they yawn

I have to admit, i have to yawn.

Look, by the end of this song

Don't make me yawn, your shit's irrelevant

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Release a long yawn when rappers spit

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

I won't stop until i've won so all through dawn you're not gonna yawn