This is a song about "Na na na na na na na na na na"

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Na no one ever gave her little shits

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

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

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

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways