This is a song about "Yall"

Niggas with these bombs that yall think yall got

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Listen, i shine while yall glisten

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Got her going down, no teeth

Yall rapping like rookies

Because yall are fucking fools.

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Ye yall people best believe it