This is a song about "Kenya"

Hoe dryer then the sahara yet wetter then yo girl sara,

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

Dramatic osama gotta new automatic, he rolled up to the station like it was some animation,

Im an m.c looking for trouble nd shooting/ have ur apartment ready for other people to move in/

Like piranahs flow so dumb like a llama we all dead cuz of obama but we still don't like osama

When i’m audible the accented audio from my airwaves agitates air awakening and arousing the

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Looking like osama,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

You turn of your feelings when the life is hard, but you live in sweden your

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Shouting all her sorrows in a pillowcase from senegal

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call