This is a song about "The ar y"

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

L y r i to the c

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I love you only aid for you y

Y you bitches think im playing,

You know what i'm saying

Never will i ever utter never to myself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

If you ever see me? i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

When i step up out the maserati car

The, the, the, is the acta-cle in my ar-se-nal i start that flow

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Y you bitches think that im still playing,