This is a song about "African countries"

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//