This is a song about "Shimmy shimmy ya"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

You hear me sneaking down dont you hear that shimmy

I ain't mad at cha

And thats all because ya

The science and the art, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Im moving right past ya

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Cause i ain't mad at cha

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

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Beautiful are thou, africa