This is a song about "Dead african babys"

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Quick im hear for kills and a man of my stature is to much for you to handle

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

Code red, which means you go red

Your raps are so brain dead

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Kick back and know yo son set

Even when my dreams are dead

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Back from the motherfucking dead

And please never disrespect my set

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,