This is a song about "Y"

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

No one-half and i hate math

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

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

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

I love you only aid for you y

Thuggin' till the day i die

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Y you bitches think im playing,

You know what i'm saying