This is a song about "Ya schmeat"

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

How beautiful are thou, africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Now everybody put your hands up high

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

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

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Chloe haterz, see ya

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

Just to come and shoot ya

And i am raw