This is a song about "Y all stfu"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

And i know that your supply

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

I love you only aid for you y

I be ballin, they wonder why

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair