This is a song about "Yer nan"

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

I dont know you yer i get that

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yer well thats a cover up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

The real muscle in the message of that

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

I can taste the salt from my tears

Take your nan for an instance