This is a song about "Khuda na"

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

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Na you ain't a faggot you just pop that bubbly

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space