This is a song about "Batai ya kibe"

I just gotta mock ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

The science and the art, africa

Homie i gotta stop ya,

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Ya don't know what i've been through do ya,

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

To liberate yourself, africa

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

And i am raw

Just to come and shoot ya

And thats all because ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha