This is a song about "Ncelast cha"

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby i bet cha

Fuck her screamin i hate cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

And i am raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

You won't even know what hit cha

Is written in our souls, africa

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Nizer than the fagots that cha ever had

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,