This is a song about "Black y"

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I'd done stacked many

L y r i to the c

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Y you bitches think im playing,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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