This is a song about "African s"

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

With the goons i spar

Bad, just like an 80's car

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

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,