This is a song about "Africa cry"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors.

When i held you i used to cry

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

When you can run away and cry, me,

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Power, the underrated continent of africa, another massacre,

Tats no dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

Didn't mean to make you cry

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie