This is a song about "Thank y"

Mmg man, we smoked out

Ask her what she thank about

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

I love you only aid for you y

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

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

And all the shit you went through

No thank you, just fuck you,

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

But i thank god that you found me

Knowing you can no longer party

And thank doom for his herbs/

That try to chase these skirts