This is a song about "Ya ya"

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

The science and the art, africa

Im moving right past ya

A legend have to bow, africa

But do ya know what fuck ya!

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Celebrate the very day that i get past

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,