This is a song about "Ya"

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Cause i ain't mad at cha

I just gotta mock ya,

But dont go in raw

Homie i gotta stop ya,

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef