This is a song about "Moustache ya"

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

And thats all because ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

They claim it as their own, africa

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

Just to come and shoot ya

Kicks new, my denim, raw

To liberate yourself, africa

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Rapper who favors and funds ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa