This is a song about "Fuc l"

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

And after you take this "l", you'll just be awful

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Daddy kane, l, pun, notorious, the big picture,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

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