This is a song about "Hegegty34vfey3wegueguyggfygeyguyvshjvwshwqy82wgehvashcvyt y uxchviydgtev"

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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

Why a black nigga take ass over class

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

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

You a lady boss, now you fly free

While all those ships go tips(y)

I love you only aid for you y

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Fuck that now trying get the money

But y can't you fucking see