This is a song about "Ya schmuck"

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Just to come and shoot ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

To liberate yourself, africa

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

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

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

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

The science and the art, africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya