This is a song about "Africa cry"

And then i break down and cry

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Well go cry to your mom

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Ima slay you alive, watch you cry

You know i want a piece of that pie

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

That ain't a lie as this ends with your fatal cry

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

When you can run away and cry, me,

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry