This is a song about "Trill life yah yah"

They claim it as their own, africa

But being crazy man i could of told yah

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

But lil yah-yah was stubborn, yo he did not listen,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

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

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Sometimes i just feel like a motherfucking demon, i’m caged,

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