This is a song about "African lady"

I'm gon remember her, but still

The lady loves her will.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I want a woman not a lady

Could i make you my baby

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

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

With the pretty little lady

Must be something you want me to see

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side