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

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

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

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Na no one ever gave her little shits

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

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days