This is a song about "All my l"

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

I be ballin, they wonder why

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

Ironically it subs like a hero

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

As i'm watching the snow fall

I'm always given my all

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l