This is a song about "Sarah my l"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

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

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Debating is futile, don't believe me, ask sarah palin,

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin