This is a song about "Eat a sick nigga"

Beautiful are thou, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Baby got that super bass

Thick lips and a sick class

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Develop a itch, flicked switch and eat shit.

I'm a eat, burp, and leave.

That'll do anything that i please

A hundred degrees, i dove in and started to eat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I'm just so sick of this shit these motherfuckers put on a nigga,

I got nice hands nigga eat out my palms

And i'm still hurtin over pops