This is a song about "Gabby y marcill"

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

L y r i to the c

Y you bitches think im playing,

Don't want to be the king

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Dmv so we used to the waiting