This is a song about "Ya"

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

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

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

I ain't mad at cha

Im moving right past ya

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

And getting money is the song i sing

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

But do ya know what fuck ya!

To liberate yourself, africa