This is a song about "Ya nan"

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Used to call me the african don dada

Im moving right past ya

I ain't mad at cha

Rapper who favors and funds ya

To liberate yourself, africa

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

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

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

The science and the art, africa

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

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