This is a song about "African boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With the same pace, looking boy

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

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

Little gay looking boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

And take place looking boy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy