This is a song about "Y"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

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

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

L y r i to the c

Or you'll drive me crazy

While all those ships go tips(y)

For years like their degree

I love you only aid for you y

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high