This is a song about "A white african that makes bad mems"

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Feeling like bad-boy, a mad man deployed to destroy who makes him madder,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

The game was programmed by scribblers makes a whole team look bad

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance

The games new emir i run this shit like a african dictator

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight