This is a song about "Ya dere"

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

I ain't, mad, at cha

Chloe haterz, see ya

The science and the art, africa

Just to come and shoot ya

But dont go in raw

But do ya know what fuck ya!

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

I told her all about how we been living a lie