This is a song about "A safari"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

My niggas is winning though

It's a yes or a no

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

She need now, she ain't never needed love

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops