This is a song about "Cha nel"

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

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

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

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

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

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

I'm simply too physical, mystical, sophistical, statistical, unpolitical, and lyrical

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

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

You won't even know what hit cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha