This is a song about "Gabby y marcill"

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Oh girl now don't be silly

While all those ships go tips(y)

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

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

Your eyes are amazing

Y you bitches think im playing,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

But y can't you fucking see

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,