This is a song about "Yellow stripe"

Super summer , yellow hummer

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

That yellow thing no one can even stand to look at,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

Tell the cops to get the yellow tape cuz im cautious like a serial killer armed

A green bill on a yellow hat, soon worth three mil how bout that?

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness