This is a song about "Pu y"

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

L y r i to the c

That's the way, you can move it baby

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

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