This is a song about "All my l"

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

I wish i was #great, 'cause i just feel like an l

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Can't say my lyrics ain't deck you when you get #c#l#u#bbed by the violin!

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

L y r i to the c

And now that i’m getting money