This is a song about "Cha"

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

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

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

You won't even know what hit cha

A legend have to bow, africa

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

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

The science and the art, africa

Cause i ain't mad at cha

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for