This is a song about "L yeah"

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

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

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Switch swag on you little dick fags

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

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Told you camp lo was my favorite

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y