This is a song about "Pato y bicho"

I’m a hustla, baby

But y can't you fucking see

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I love you only aid for you y

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

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot