This is a song about "Mrs y"

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

And this will be the song that we sing

Y you bitches think im playing,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

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

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit