This is a song about "L yeah"

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

In the midst of a fire pit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Take that big l for skipping school

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

And i must admit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,