This is a song about "Yah"

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

I remember. yah, it was saturday

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Yah i got the mostly deadly and sick verse,

Screaming my voice hoarse,race at the derby yah im the best horse,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

At age eight, it wasn't hate that filled yah, it was yah uncle's dick,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Tryna be all insightful despite the frightful fate yah

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra