This is a song about "The l"

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

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

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Can't say my lyrics ain't deck you when you get #c#l#u#bbed by the violin!

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Don’t believe me? look at l, pac, big, and proof,