This is a song about "Preterito y inperfect"

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

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

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

I love you only aid for you y

These haters hope i hurry up and die

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

Where the thing is amazing

Y you bitches think im playing,

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

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along