This is a song about "Marcel y"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Y you bitches think im playing,

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

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

L y r i to the c

To them it's just a story

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song