This is a song about "Yellow submarine"

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

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

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Time to start building my own ...yellow brick road,

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn