This is a song about "African cello"

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

This african already been

They gon love me for my ambition

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,