This is a song about "Gabby y marcill"

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

But y can't you fucking see

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

While all those ships go tips(y)

Let me rideuntil i get free

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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