This is a song about "African child"

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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

Fucking up your mind thinking i'm the worst child

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

And no bitch you're not with child,

As: they will be so surprised

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Thats what child support did,

Purple label 8 hundred

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

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

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,