This is a song about "Zylas are a shit"

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Wait a minute holy shit are you capital j?

You are my villain shit to be say like a word like a boy like who are in a girls prison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

So why does your words sound like they are shit

You're very attractive, and notice that

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

If you say my scripts are shit, bitch you dont know your shit