This is a song about "African boers"

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

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

This african already been

Girl listen, trying to position

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants