This is a song about "Ya chink"

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

Chloe haterz, see ya

The science and the art, africa

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Watch out!...throw ya vest on ya chest,

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

I ain't mad at cha

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

I let that choppa intersect ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah