This is a song about "Ya ya"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Our vision never changed, we self made

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

I ain't, mad, at cha

Chloe haterz, see ya

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I let that choppa intersect ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

They claim it as their own, africa

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