This is a song about "Cleopatra comming at ya"

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

Used to call me the african don dada

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

I'm pissed and wanna throw my fist at ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

Loud addition purple patch

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills