This is a song about "African food"

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one