This is a song about "Una y otra vez"

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

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

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

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

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Where the thing is amazing

Y you bitches think im playing,