This is a song about "Lana del ray"

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Of my rap ray. my parade day on may.

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Got problems, what? i can't say

My rhymes are like an electric ray

There's no glimpse or ray, no simple way

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

So ray j went straight to radio station the very next day

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

So ray j went straight to the radio station