This is a song about "Na na"

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Was it randy or carlcee,na well maybe it was great or swine3

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Na no one ever gave her little shits

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for