This is a song about "Ya poof"

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

Give me dome, then let me skate

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

But do ya know what fuck ya!

But dont go in raw

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Climb through ya window i bet i touch ya.

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

The science and the art, africa

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Im moving right past ya