This is a song about "African"

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

The games new emir i run this shit like a african dictator

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

This african already been

Girl listen, trying to position

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side