This is a song about "Ya mon"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Watch out!...throw ya vest on ya chest,

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

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

Beautiful are thou, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

Just to come and shoot ya