This is a song about "Are ya"

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

Cuz we grew up on that bro code and are so loyal its way passed what ya know.

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

When are ya gonna get ya self a job,

She can only take so much more than her heart got

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap