This is a song about "Y me"

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

And getting money is the song i sing

Y you bitches think im playing,

But y can't you fucking see

It was just another party

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I love you only aid for you y

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

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

L y r i to the c

I came up hungry