This is a song about "Por y para"

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

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I'd done stacked many

But y can't you fucking see

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

L y r i to the c

But am i less holy

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

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song