This is a song about "Batai ya kibe"

Beautiful are thou, africa

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

I thought mama taught ya,

But dont go in raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

And thats all because ya

They claim it as their own, africa

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Rapper who favors and funds ya

Is written in our souls, africa

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

And i am raw

Im moving right past ya