This is a song about "Gabby y marcill"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

But y can't you fucking see

I’m a hustla, baby

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Y you bitches think im playing,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

Summertime in the city

L y r i to the c

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

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