This is a song about "Me and y"

L y r i to the c

If you ain't about money

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Anxieties attacking me, and nothing is relaxing me.

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

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