This is a song about "African food"

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

This african already been

Energized and still going

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Now all im tryna do is get food

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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