This is a song about "Yer nan"

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

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

I said i don’t give a fuck

Yer well thats a cover up

Take your nan for an instance

Without the sound of guns

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

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

She michael jackson bad

I dont know you yer i get that

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

I call em up, they might fall through

Yer dont worry im not talking to you