This is a song about "Being y"

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

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

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

Fuck being counterfeit

I regret some shit i did

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see