This is a song about "Ya boi djdj"

I ain't, mad, at cha

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Used to call me the african don dada

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

The only time i flirt with her

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

I thought mama taught ya,

Cause i ain't mad at cha

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

This is hunger games boi, and yous rue

Wanna know what i been through, what you into