This is a song about "Annoy ya"

The science and the art, africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

But do ya know what fuck ya!

To liberate yourself, africa

I let that choppa intersect ya

Homie i gotta stop ya,

I ain't mad at cha

But dont go in raw

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last