This is a song about "Ya"

Im still here but i can't skate

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

I'll detect ya wearing ya grandmothers sweater i

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I thought mama taught ya,

The science and the art, africa

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

Never ever pay rent

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya