This is a song about "African rebels"

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And i never handled rock like palestine rebels with pebbles

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Let's enjoy our younger years

These rebels are my brothers