This is a song about "Ay"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

And they didn't realize till we grad jew ay tad

I broke mama heart with no college

"ay yo what the fuck's wrong wit u bitch?

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I showed that i flowed, expload when i reload, new feautrure now like ay yo

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Ay, you- i heard you shining, but i got that gold membership

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that