This is a song about "Mrs y"

I love you only aid for you y

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

That's the window into the sky

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

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

L y r i to the c

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string