This is a song about "Yer"

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Yer well thats a cover up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Cause this album pack enough evil

I call em up, they might fall through

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

I dont know you yer i get that

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black