This is a song about "Ya mutha"

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

All my niggas get together to gather loot

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

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

I let that choppa intersect ya

They claim it as their own, africa

Proper-ly in slanted postures nigga we some mutha fucking monsters

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

I ain't, mad, at cha

But do ya know what fuck ya!

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

Taking my time, let me levitate