This is a song about "Addul aziz y"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Y you bitches think im playing,