This is a song about "Being y"

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Fuck being counterfeit

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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