This is a song about "African rebels"

This african already been

Riding around without a fuck given

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

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

And i never handled rock like palestine rebels with pebbles

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Im on tha way

King of rebels?, they say

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles