This is a song about "Ta"

Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

I promise ta swarm like the short horned locust

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

You see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it

Vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Is written in our souls, africa

Need i say more? nah i really don't have ta,