1. Here Tyler, The Creator, or Dr. Tyler, or General Duke Millingsworth, is commenting on the public's fascination of celebrity life. Saying that as an audience we choose what we observe, so to be frustrated by one man is the result of one's self . Elegantly revealing how we have a wealth of knowledge at our fingertips, yet we choose to see the face of Tyler.
2. Ah, Tyler begins to focus his writing on the absurdity of life, in an almost farcical manner, in a world of unlimited possibilities he is plagued with two contrasting thoughts one just as absurd as the other. First, lizards are a terrible companion, second, Stripper glitter would get everywhere.
3. Sage advice from the sensei of syntax, saying that to build your foundation on the belief of others will result in your demise. After all, the last thing a human being wants is to build a relationship off of shit dat aint true.
4. Here Tyler examines the syntax of rap pseudonyms, claiming that rap names are merely hyperbolic versions of themselves. Tyler could have chosen any name like, T-zibit, Really Good At Killing People or Whitepeopleamiright?, but no he chose a name that contrasts the "cool guy" rapper mystique that he is meant to portray. Thus posing the question, are we "fags"?
5. Tyler is now tapping into the book of pathos dramatically retelling the events of one of his performances. By placing himself in the shoes of his fans, he grounds himself in reality, saying that the girl who swallowed one of his farts is a metaphor for war torn Syria.
6. Wait, no, I'm wrong, he is just stoned.