This is a song about "Kenzie y love"

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

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

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

I swear they think i'm crazy

L y r i to the c

Oh snap kenzie, that was a damn good verse

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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