This is a song about "Calma na alma"

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

To liberate yourselves, africa

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

So here i am at the store for some chips

Na no one ever gave her little shits