This is a song about "Yung gravy"

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see/ live yung n wild n free/

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And yung jay too, bitch stop biting, 'cuz i'm calling you out,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I love to peel this bitch yung jay

Think i need another play

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

The nets could go 0 for 82 and i'd look at you like this shit gravy

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy