This is a song about "Y all claming y all best friends but i m bout to go fuck y all bitches"

I just sent this battle to all yo friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Y you bitches think im playing,

Bun b, i’m underground king

While all those ships go tips(y)

Mama made her pretty

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree