This is a song about "Shimmy shimmy ya"

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't mad at cha

Cause i ain't mad at cha

I just gotta mock ya,

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

To liberate yourself, africa

Chloe haterz, see ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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