This is a song about "Moustache ya"

I let that choppa intersect ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

I ain't, mad, at cha

And thats all because ya

The science and the art, africa

Im moving right past ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya

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

Ya don't know what i've been through do ya,

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya