This is a song about "Ana l"

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Big l, tupac, & b.i.g did this beat justice but not alone

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

High heel wearer, hell of a body

L y r i to the c

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Marlo on the l, bitch watch i treat it like its do or lease

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

So like i said before don't act a fool

Take that big l for skipping school