This is a song about "Trill life yah yah"

Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah,

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Will they fold them and create a shelter to protect yah?

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

Evertime i see yah face,i just wanna give them lips a taste,

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Leave the ill, get the strong when i watch yah blood spill

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Flip on yah tv and all you gonna get is static