This is a song about "Need y"

Bitch, they call it motor city

But y can't you fucking see

I keep my money neat

Ya that's the shit i need

While all those ships go tips(y)

This is like riding through the city

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

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

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

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

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

I came up hungry

L y r i to the c