This is a song about "Biscuits and gra y"

Get your world crumbled down like biscuits

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

But y can't you fucking see

So give it baby

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

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

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god