This is a song about "Zat who is a yak"

So i pray to those pastors who crackers, but all the think of me is i'm a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Every verse is a bastard like who is the father

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Who is cranking out jams

Know it good when she go no hands

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Because he is a little bitch who cant take it that im better than him

I don't need to battle someone who is dumb as a scum

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat