This is a song about "Africa cry"

That's the window into the sky

And they still make me cry,

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Tats no dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

And then i break down and cry

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Power, the underrated continent of africa, another massacre,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

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

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Ima slay you alive, watch you cry