This is a song about "African boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Git out my face looking boy

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

And take place looking boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga