This is a song about "Y"

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

Every day was a saturday, shit

I love you only aid for you y

And in fact i can’t deny

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,