This is a song about "L money"

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

I wish i was #great, 'cause i just feel like an l

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Music is money, money isn't music

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Big l, tupac, & b.i.g did this beat justice but not alone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick