This is a song about "Ya boi"

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

Celebrate the very day that she get past

I thought mama taught ya,

Cause i ain't mad at cha

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

And thats all because ya

But dont go in raw

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

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

I call em up, they might fall through

This is hunger games boi, and yous rue

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat