This is a song about "True l"

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

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Beautiful nightmares must come true

It's like we were not true

And no nigga gon love you

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

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

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks