This is a song about "African accent"

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

This african already been

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

My fake accent ain't the only thing i put down under mate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky