This is a song about "Batai ya kibe"

And i am raw

Im moving right past ya

Ya don't know what i've been through do ya,

They claim it as their own, africa

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Is written in our souls, africa

Homie i gotta stop ya,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

Cause i ain't mad at cha

A legend have to bow, africa

Rapper who favors and funds ya