The song’s title references a line in the previous song on this album, “Sarah”. The “beanstalk” refers to the rapper’s penis.
This song includes many braggadocio rhymes and is mocking of rap sterotypes.
Jack and the Beanstalk
Tyler The Creator Lyrics
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Odd Future, I'm your mothafucking sergeant
Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive
Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
No barging, nigga that's a bargain
Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog
On the mothafucking farm with cockadoddle doodles
And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles
Felines on the free time, I'm tossing bitches' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock
To Soho, Baby Milo so dope
The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane
Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
My nigga, no hook
No hook, fuck a hook
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a fucking HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers, with a fucking White T
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over
Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange
And I'm the only fucking rapper without a chain
With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fucking name
And I go to Obama rallies screaming out "McCain"
Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang
And the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from
Nigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher
White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
My nigga, no hook
No hook, fuck a hook
(It's gold) The gold is in the back
(It's gold) The bitch is in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a fucking bully
(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man
(Gold) The pink is in the sky
(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The beat is turning old, so go
Synthesizer, I'm the mothafucking master
Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic
Nigga, you can bite this, unless you want to bite back
I didn't take my fucking Ritalin, this is a hype track
HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit
I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.M, banging on your FM
Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
The lyrics in Tyler the Creator's song Jack and the Beanstalk seem to be a stab at the superficiality and consumerism found within the hip hop industry. In the opening lines, Tyler criticizes the artists who blindly follow trends and replicate them rather than creating something new. This is followed by him boasting about his uniqueness and how he does not subscribe to the norm. The line "I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle" seems to reflect Tyler's brash and provocative personality in his music.
Moving on, Tyler goes on to critique the hyped up, overpriced products of streetwear brands like Supreme and instead promotes simplicity in his fashion choices, "I can wear some Wranglers, with a fucking White T". He also touches on his dislike for materialism within the rap game and the need for expensive jewelry by saying he's the only rapper sans a chain. In the final verse, Tyler takes a jab at the music industry's love for overproduced, catchy beats and how he prefers the sound of raw instrumental pieces.
Line by Line Meaning
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
People imitate me instead of being original.
Odd Future, I'm your mothafucking sergeant
I am the leader of Odd Future.
Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck with Freshjive
I am in control, and I like Freshjive clothing.
Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
I understand things easily and can get BBC clothing for a low price.
No barging, nigga that's a bargain
I don't barge in, and that's a great deal.
Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog
I'm wearing a cow print t-shirt like a farm animal.
On the mothafucking farm with cockadoddle doodles
I'm on a farm with roosters crowing.
I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle
I easily turn women on.
And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles
These women's standards are low.
Felines on the free time, I'm tossing bitches' salads
I'm giving oral sex to women in my free time.
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
I'm enjoying their extras, from Erica to Milan.
We was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
We were originally going to Bangkok, but changed plans to go to Milan.
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock
She didn't want to have sex with me.
To Soho, Baby Milo so dope
I went to Soho and found Baby Milo clothing to be cool.
The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane
Our rap verses are intense and comparable to the flow of cocaine, and we spit fire like propane.
Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
People understand what I'm saying, and I wonder why that is.
(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
People copy me instead of being creative.
My nigga, no hook
There is no repeating chorus.
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
I'm alone because no one likes me.
Mainly because I am not a fucking HypeBeast
I don't follow trends, so people don't like me.
I think Supreme suck, we gnarly on our Nikes
I dislike Supreme and prefer Nikes.
I can wear some Wranglers, with a fucking White T
I can wear simple clothing like Wranglers and a white t-shirt.
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
I wear doo-rags that match my clothing and sag my pants.
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over
My hat matches my Fubu sweater.
Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover Range
Cars don't matter to me, so don't show off your Range Rover.
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange
I'm driving an imaginary unicorn, and my girlfriend is unusual.
And I'm the only fucking rapper without a chain
I'm the only rapper without a chain necklace.
With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fucking name
I wear a four finger ring, making it hard to spell my name.
And I go to Obama rallies screaming out "McCain"
I'm joking by supporting McCain at Obama rallies.
Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang
I hang out with ignorant, aggressive people.
And the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from
I don't forget my roots in the rough Ladera community.
Nigga, you don't claim none, fan I am the teacher
You don't belong anywhere, but I am here to teach you.
White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra
I'm with a mixed-race woman who looks like a zebra.
Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
I have candy in my pocket, and can see that you guys are fake.
It's gold) The gold is in the back / (It's gold) The bitch is in the front
The focus is on the gold in the back, and the woman in the front.
(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind / (It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The gold is in my imaginary world.
The beat is turning old, so go
The beat is becoming outdated, so it's time to move on.
Synthesizer, I'm the mothafucking master
I am skilled in operating a synthesizer.
Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck with chord keys
I don't have a father, and I like playing chord keys on my synthesizer.
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
Chord keys allow for longer sound, and the bass and drums create a great rhythm.
And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic
My hi-hat cymbal is plastic, and my music is flexible and adaptable.
Nigga, you can bite this, unless you want to bite back
You can copy my music, unless you want me to retaliate.
I didn't take my fucking Ritalin, this is a hype track
I'm not on Ritalin, so my energy is high for this hyped-up track.
HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit
Record and share this hyped-up track, it's great content.
I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch
I had you all excited and hyped up like a hungry person eating a salad.
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.M, banging on your FM
Drop this track, produced by Ace the Creator and performed by O.F.M., and play it on FM radio.
Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
Ace the Creator, start the beat, and thanks to HypeBeast for the support.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Tyler Okonma
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