This is a song about "Y all"

To love me at all at all

Just as you rose you will fall

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

While all those ships go tips(y)

That's the window into the sky

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

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

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Fuck fame, fuck money

But y can't you fucking see

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls