This is a song about "Una y otra vez"

While all those ships go tips(y)

On they twitter writing novels, see

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Bitch, i might make you my baby

But y can't you fucking see

I love you only aid for you y

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

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

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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