This is a song about "Annoy ya"

Im put on this planet to annoy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

Our children must be taught, of africa

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Bitch i’m coming for ya.

I ain't mad at cha

I let that choppa intersect ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die