This is a song about "Fuc l"

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

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

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

Cause some of you bitches funny

L y r i to the c

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

A ghostwriter,you peep it like a whack fan,then try to do the same call you a ghostbiter l

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well