This is a song about "Pato y bicho"

While all those ships go tips(y)

Ye too, but what em did was silly

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

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

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Y you bitches think im playing,

I'm activated by the moves your making

But y can't you fucking see

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