This is a song about "African exports"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

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

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her