This is a song about "Ya nan"

How beautiful are thou, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Bitch i’m coming for ya.

Watch me back-hand ya, then crack-slam ya,

Our children must be taught, of africa

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

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

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,