This is a song about "Yaya"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

'cause it was an admired service-man