This is a song about "Ya moma"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

They claim it as their own, africa

I let that choppa intersect ya

To liberate yourself, africa

I just gotta mock ya,

I ain't mad at cha

Beautiful are thou, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

I ain't, mad, at cha

But do ya know what fuck ya!

And i am raw

Just to come and shoot ya