This is a song about "Biscuits and gra y"

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

They say i talk like im god body

But y can't you fucking see

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

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Y you bitches think im playing,

I'm activated by the moves your making

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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