This is a song about "African rebels"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Where would i be without my dogs

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

We vegetables, on them record labels

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

King of rebels?, they say

Back in the motherfuckin bay

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

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum