This is a song about "Batai ya kibe"

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

The whole rapper thing aren't ya

Is written in our souls, africa

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

I just gotta mock ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

Cause i ain't mad at cha

And thats all because ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I let that choppa intersect ya