This is a song about "African rebels"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Alcohol and booty calls

King of rebels?, they say

And we here to stay

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum