This is a song about "African badboys"

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

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

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

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

Stand up misses i love your ambition

This african already been