This is a song about "The ar y"

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Y you bitches think im playing,

And getting money is the song i sing

I love you only aid for you y

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

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

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though