This is a song about "African child"

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

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

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

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

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

The revolution has arrived

That little selfless child