This is a song about "Ya boi"

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Lil young boi, up in the spot

If you had, one shot

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

I let that choppa intersect ya

Our children must be taught, of africa