This is a song about "Yung t"

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

I love to peel this bitch yung jay

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm running out of time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

She leave her hair on the floor

You don;t thin anymore

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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