This is a song about "You ug y"

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Nobody cares about you except you

See you, touch you, hear you

Niggas that guided me through

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

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I'll tell you baby that we're through

You got your crew behind you