This is a song about "Ya"

That's why i never claimed i was the best

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

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

But dont go in raw

The science and the art, africa

Bitch i’m coming for ya.

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada