This is a song about "African vodka"

Got a killer flow from the llama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

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

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

A start of a new form of saga, drunk even before i touched my vodka

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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