This is a song about "Ya schmuck"

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

I ain't, mad, at cha

Just to come and shoot ya

Watch out!...throw ya vest on ya chest,

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

Educate yourselves, of africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya