This is a song about "Ya ight"

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

She wanna make a movie/ ight hold up/ lemme get my best side

Climb through ya window i bet i touch ya.

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

And i am raw

I thought mama taught ya,

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

Beautiful are thou, africa

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya