This is a song about "Mone y"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

But y can't you fucking see

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

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

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick