This is a song about "Ta"

Formulating up plots ta escape from salems lock 'cause its scorching hot,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

You will see, what you do ta me, you aint new ta me,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I promise ta swarm like the short horned locust

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I'll slap ya, don't fuck with me, not even when you have ta

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I use mater ta fuckin shank her

We about to set this bitch on fire

Doin' it fo' the stack, hol'up i need ta reload

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Never forget what ya meant ta

A legend have to bow, africa