This is a song about "Yo gotta"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Check the fucking facts yo

Yo there's truly not a best, it's all great, i gotta say

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

In yo arm, and yo wife jaw

Yea, my middle finger to the law

He put to sleep like a yo-yo

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

You gotta' do what you gotta' do

I'm eating real good, no soup for you