This is a song about "Corey ye"

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

What am i gettin too wordy for ye, is my shit too dirty for you,

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Ye im 13 but ur goin to be surprised when i rhyme coz im goin to rise like

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball