This is a song about "Ya ya"

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Just to come and shoot ya

I let that choppa intersect ya

A legend have to bow, africa

Beautiful are thou, africa

Homie i gotta stop ya,