This is a song about "L ron hubbard"

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

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

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

Like old mother hubbard

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

And after you take this "l", you'll just be awful

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

And all women who had light features, see

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Notorious, pun, l, sean, k.r.i.t., but i'm the big picture,