This is a song about "Ha to"

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Slowly cut your voice box, so your screams will get quiet ha

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

So we here to the blow the candle out, 1, 2, 3, ha,

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Car with no limit what

Ha i don't give a fuck

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Even gotta symbol of ha tatted on ya chest

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Cause my thing something vicious

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I just tell ha we be wildin u lyin bout yo