This is a song about "Zat the yak"

As the king upon the throne

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Where the fuck the chorus

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws