This is a song about "Cha cha"

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Our nation have to bow, africa

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

And 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

But dont go in raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha

You won't even know what hit cha

The science and the art, africa

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

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

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

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you