This is a song about "Cha cha"

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby i bet cha

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Im comming in to get cha you any way that i have to

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

You won't even know what hit cha

Is written in our souls, africa

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

They claim it as their own, africa

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst