This is a song about "Ya chink"

Ya don't know what i've been through do ya,

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

But dont go in raw

And thats all because ya

Rapper who favors and funds ya

The science and the art, africa

Homie i gotta stop ya,

Is written in our souls, africa

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

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

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

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Cause i ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha

Dont make me tomahawk ya,