This is a song about "Ange l"

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

And after you take this "l", you'll just be awful

Third ward general, young cash money

L y r i to the c