This is a song about "Pu y"

But y can't you fucking see

Knowing you can no longer party

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

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

And this will be the song that we sing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,