This is a song about "L a capone"

A ghostwriter,you peep it like a whack fan,then try to do the same call you a ghostbiter l

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Don’t believe me? look at l, pac, big, and proof,

Daddy kane, l, pun, notorious, the big picture,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,