This is a song about "L money"

Money bring pain,money bring gain

It's been nothing but pain

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

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

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

The l in his hand to yell in advance

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit