This is a song about "Ya poof"

I just gotta mock ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Revelations say you either fry or fly

But dont go in raw

And thats all because ya

With a 'poof,' i appear, a fucking apparition

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin