This is a song about "Ya"

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I just gotta mock ya,

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

And thats all because ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Im moving right past ya

But dont go in raw