This is a song about "Afrah afrah afrah kava shupi na msumari"

Na you ain't a faggot you just pop that bubbly

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Was it randy or carlcee,na well maybe it was great or swine3

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space