This is a song about "L ove"

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Take that big l for skipping school

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

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Bitch..im shinin brighter than a l e d light

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

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

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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