This is a song about "Yer nan"

Yer well thats a cover up

She was the queen of the club

I dont know you yer i get that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

We don't believe you, you need more people

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

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

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Yer dont go ther hun he sure aint worth it

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

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

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Yer dont worry im not talking to you

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Take your nan for an instance