This is a song about "Y"

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

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

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

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Why not me the same thing

Y you bitches think im playing,