This is a song about "Hegegty34vfey3wegueguyggfygeyguyvshjvwshwqy82wgehvashcvyt y uxchviydgtev"

Where you belong with your family

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

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

While all those ships go tips(y)

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You other brothers can’t deny

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

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

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all