This is a song about "Ya ma"

My all gold rolly or the

Isabella, ma bella

How beautiful are thou, africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

They claim it as their own, africa

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

And reflect on the rap game, i came