This is a song about "Shimmy shimmy ya"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Climb through ya window i bet i touch ya.

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

Bitch i’m coming for ya.

But dont go in raw