This is a song about "Yas"

People want yas to beef/

Tina perm your fucking weave

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

That happen to act like a black president

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Yas fuckin sit there and laugh like yas are in paradise

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

But yas dont even bother to think twice