This is a song about "Yellow"

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

They tested with stress that they under

Super summer , yellow hummer

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

I used to want to be like michael jordan

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

I know you just doing your job

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

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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