This is a song about "African rebels"

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

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

This african already been

Stand up misses i love your ambition

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

And i never handled rock like palestine rebels with pebbles