This is a song about "Pato y bicho"

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

While all those ships go tips(y)

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

L y r i to the c