This is a song about "Moustache ya"

Is written in our souls, africa

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

But dont go in raw

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I just gotta mock ya,