This is a song about "Cha cha"

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

You won't even know what hit cha

So step back a little i tried to be civil now im coming at cha faster then a missile

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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