This is a song about "Next l"

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

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

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

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Bitch..im shinin brighter than a l e d light

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

The l in his hand to yell in advance