This is a song about "L s"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Take that big l for skipping school

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

And my kick game beyond crazy

L y r i to the c

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip