This is a song about "Wish y washy"

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Nah but i fucking wish

Niggas talk with limited service

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

Wish i had a time machine

Miami nights, it was all a dream

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Ambitious like a politician with a final wish

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches