This is a song about "Gabby y marcill"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Where you belong with your family

But y can't you fucking see

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

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

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

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

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho