This is a song about "Being y"

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

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

L y r i to the c

I be gettin' money

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

For going on being

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

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

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though