This is a song about "Annoy ya"

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Beautiful are thou, africa

Maybe i'll stuff ya, after taking out everything inside ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

To liberate yourself, africa

I let that choppa intersect ya

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't mad at cha

But dont go in raw

Just to come and shoot ya

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Homie i gotta stop ya,