This is a song about "Ya mutha"

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

Is written in our souls, africa

I ain't, mad, at cha

I just gotta mock ya,

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I can keep goin on and on on these mutha fuckas for days.