This is a song about "Ya chink"

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

And thats all because ya

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

Im moving right past ya

But dont go in raw

Just to come and shoot ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

And i am raw

Chloe haterz, see ya