This is a song about "Khuda na"

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Our children must be taught, of africa

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

They claim it as their own, africa

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Na its all about the blue, man im telling you its true

Na no one ever gave her little shits

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Na you better stop n brace, imma send you to space