This is a song about "Ya ya"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

Rapper who favors and funds ya

Beautiful are thou, africa

I ain't mad at cha

Chloe haterz, see ya

We both teenagers with the same mind state

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

I thought mama taught ya,

But dont go in raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

But do ya know what fuck ya!

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Maybe i'll stuff ya, after taking out everything inside ya