This is a song about "Annoy ya"

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

To liberate yourself, africa

But dont go in raw

I just gotta mock ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

Rapper who favors and funds ya

They claim it as their own, africa

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya