This is a song about "Yellow mugs"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Take ya ass down the yellow brink road motherfucker

Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Commence like dick costello, penants rise blue n yellow

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

Let me tell what it was like, the shoe, it was nice and yellow too