This is a song about "Shimmy shimmy ya"

I let that choppa intersect ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Our nation have to bow, africa

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I thought mama taught ya,

The science and the art, africa

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Watch out!...throw ya vest on ya chest,