This is a song about "L yeah"

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

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

Got four underneath the old-school as well

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

My lady, my baby

L y r i to the c

The l in his hand to yell in advance

We getting money, you can face the facts

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response