This is a song about "African cello"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

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

I can do a whole song solely on that onion

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid