This is a song about "Cha nel"

Cause i ain't mad at cha

And i am raw

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

You won't even know what hit cha

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

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