This is a song about "African american women"

This is what the american government has urged,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I pop one, you pop one

Ross and folarin, couple women

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

And american music shows.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I don't need fallen women

Cold, my style making my nose run

But if i can't batter the women

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics