This is a song about "African child"

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Child support and welfare

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

So here i am at the store for some chips

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Drown the life of any clown, like a heckling child