This is a song about "Ye ye ye"

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack

Of what coarse lyrics ye are moulded, i hate people

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Ye yall people best believe it

Ye just fuck life altogether, fuck life altogether

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates