This is a song about "Ya"

Im moving right past ya

But dont go in raw

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

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

Our nation have to bow, africa

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

Homie i gotta stop ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i