This is a song about "Are ya"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Like thespear. the lines you make are so unfortunate. i wreckin ya win, lose,

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Our nation have to bow, africa

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

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

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Stop pretending like ya absurd words are sending a hot shipment,

Now who do ya think you are,

And could i be a star