This is a song about "Hegegty34vfey3wegueguyggfygeyguyvshjvwshwqy82wgehvashcvyt y uxchviydgtev"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

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

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

I love you only aid for you y

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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

So much class, double d’s and ass

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

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

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

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

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

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