This is a song about "Dead african babys"

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

You're fucking with me, nigga

Dead , shot etc

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

I can tell you that this tape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

Your friends say, why we not together yet