This is a song about "Ya ya"

And i am raw

Just to come and shoot ya

I ain't mad at cha

Homie i gotta stop ya,

Carol city or was it the west

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

Bitch i’m coming for ya.

Cause i ain't mad at cha

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

To liberate yourself, africa

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Catch you up on places i've been

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha