This is a song about "Hegegty34vfey3wegueguyggfygeyguyvshjvwshwqy82wgehvashcvyt y uxchviydgtev"

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Or you'll drive me crazy

L y r i to the c

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

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

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