This is a song about "Yah baby"

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Flip on yah tv and all you gonna get is static

Coming straight at yah watch yah back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

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

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

See, i like the person that you are

Got that best body yah i love her figure,

I remember. yah, it was saturday

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Shit said silently yah the code i speak is morse,

And u still just lil kid...who juz know how to cry yah!

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

Yah, angela so i command you to start dancing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring