This is a song about "Ya mun"

I ain't, mad, at cha

Homie i gotta stop ya,

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

The science and the art, africa

Im moving right past ya

But do ya know what fuck ya!

To liberate yourself, africa

Maybe i'll stuff ya, after taking out everything inside ya

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

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa