This is a song about "Cha"

Beautiful are thou, africa

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

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

Cause i ain't mad at cha

The science and the art, africa

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

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you