This is a song about "Pato y bicho"

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

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

Or you'll drive me crazy

But y can't you fucking see

I know the road i'm taking

Y you bitches think im playing,

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

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

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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