This is a song about "Y boyfriend"

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

While all those ships go tips(y)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Confided in my boyfriend and talked all day

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Bait baby, wait baby

But y can't you fucking see