This is a song about "The ar y"

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

We might be back in this baby

But y can't you fucking see

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

She gotta hold her head up high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

While all those ships go tips(y)

Hail mary nigga, run quick see