This is a song about "Shimmy shimmy ya"

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

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

I just gotta mock ya,

But dont go in raw

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Im moving right past ya

Climb through ya window i bet i touch ya.

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Early adapters agree they all late

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait