This is a song about "Na na"

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

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

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in 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 better stop n brace, imma send you to space

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways