This is a song about "Ay lmao"

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

But ay yo i'm just telling the truth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I slur out what comes about with flamboyancy. i sit and lmao like a joker enjoyably.

Ay can we have a moment of silence

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

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

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat