This is a song about "African cello"

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

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

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Oh-kay, here's the situation

This african already been

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