This is a song about "African boy"

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Git out my face looking boy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

When i was just a boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy