This is a song about "Mone y"

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

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

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

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

Yeah, since i was a knee high

I love you only aid for you y

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

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