This is a song about "Addul aziz y"

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

But y can't you fucking see

If you ain't about money

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

While all those ships go tips(y)

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

L y r i to the c

That's the way, you can move it baby

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash