This is a song about "Y"

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

I love you only aid for you y

Revelations say you either fry or fly

I'm activated by the moves your making

Y you bitches think im playing,

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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