This is a song about "What to say"

I don't give a fuck what y'all have to say

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Y'all better listen to what me and the kid say

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

We ride along surviving strong, is what i came to say

And i just love your flashy ways

Now what you got to say to face,

You seem to be alright with what you're trying to say,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Thats what i'm supposed to say to ya.

Used to call me the african don dada

And you know you should be able know what to say

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

What words do i needa use for you to say

But more importantly taught me to pray