This is a song about "Ya feel me"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Watch me back-hand ya, then crack-slam ya,

With such an ugly picture in it and

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

The way ill treat ya, youll feel like a princess,

How my lines feel like they can just capture ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

We'll make ya feel pain, yeah know we bring real game,

To this day, the game, will never be the same

She makes me feel addicted

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

When ever we talk, i feel like i am on cloud nine wit ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Hopin' that my niggas see

What ya jealous of me