This is a song about "Ye beni"

Ye yall people best believe it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Lord i love you forever, and i shall respect ye

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster too

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

What am i gettin too wordy for ye, is my shit too dirty for you,

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"