This is a song about "Na"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

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

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

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

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

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

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

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-