This is a song about "Black y"

Top dropped down, black on black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You know what i'm saying

Y you bitches think im playing,

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

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

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

If you ain't about money

But y can't you fucking see

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call