This is a song about "Dead african babys"

Kick back and know yo son set

Need an appointment wanna be dead

I work hard for everything i get

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Now you wish i was dead,

Im trying to see her in bed

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

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

Just another product of this matrix

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Code red, which means you go red

You all should be fukn dead

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

All you niggas dead , dead fake