This is a song about "African fears"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Cause i was livin out my worst fears

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

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

Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

I will bring you the sunshine , i will comfort your fears

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Constantly showing you dvd images of all your fears.

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six