This is a song about "Y me"

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Y you bitches think im playing,

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

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

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

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

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

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself