This is a song about "Being africa"

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Mines is family over everything

I believed in a higher being.

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Fuck being counterfeit

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

Just the fact of being there

Let me hear that beat, air

Or was i just a desolate being

With a note there and im thinking of reading