This is a song about "Black african"

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

The games new emir i run this shit like a african dictator

This is why her nigga mad

The villian’s back and venom black

We kung-fu that jack black/

I don't want it on my back

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

I can do a whole song solely on that onion