This is a song about "Pu y"

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Y you bitches think im playing,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

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

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see