This is a song about "Hegegty34vfey3wegueguyggfygeyguyvshjvwshwqy82wgehvashcvyt y uxchviydgtev"

Y you bitches think im playing,

And getting money is the song i sing

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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