This is a song about "Y"

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

While all those ships go tips(y)

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Y you bitches think im playing,

Bun b, i’m underground king

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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