This is a song about "Ana l"

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

Tears that our fore fathers cry

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Take that big l for skipping school

A ghostwriter,you peep it like a whack fan,then try to do the same call you a ghostbiter l

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell