This is a song about "Snapchat me that pu y"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

My snapback with got a d on it, my snapchat got her titties on it.

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

Its maybe that , that got her on me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I was wondering maybe

But y can't you fucking see

Wait let me refrain that,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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