This is a song about "Artur ma novou holku"

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Isabella, ma bella

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

The science and the art, africa

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Lost ma mother and my brother

Udc where he met my mother

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

Welcome to organized crime

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Our nation have to bow, africa