This is a song about "Pato y bicho"

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Y you bitches think im playing,

Why not me the same thing

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw