This is a song about "A colonist"

That’s only if they handle

Your a show without a channel

Just a warning not a threat

My god come before this bread

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Influences are a dime a dozen

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

The science and the art, africa

Yup you got a lot a

Take a kitkat take a break,

We got young people's lives at stake

J. cole's her ghost writer

Like a baby without a diaper