This is a song about "African"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

This african already been

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

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

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

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

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics