This is a song about "Ana l"

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

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

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches