This is a song about "African exports"

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night