This is a song about "Ma girl"

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

The science and the art, africa

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

I can make it rain

She say all men treat her wrong way

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

Beautiful are thou, africa