This is a song about "African exports"

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

This african already been

And just looked at the whole situation

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands