This is a song about "African safari"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks