This is a song about "Being y"

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

But y can't you fucking see

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Lord knows you've been busy

While all those ships go tips(y)