This is a song about "African amer"

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

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

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga