This is a song about "Suk ya m9m"

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

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

I just gotta mock ya,

Rapper who favors and funds ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

And thats all because ya

But dont go in raw

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Just to come and shoot ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

The science and the art, africa

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs