This is a song about "Unrequited l"

And after you take this "l", you'll just be awful

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response

Take that big l for skipping school

That's the sound of my tool

Big l, tupac, & b.i.g did this beat justice but not alone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

The l in his hand to yell in advance

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

L y r i to the c

Third ward general, young cash money

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

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket