This is a song about "Mother african"

I said i'm hurting her

Now i gotta fuck your mother

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Inhospitable like your mother

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

This african already been

First off congratulations on the win

I’ll never use a rubber

Better for your mother

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

The replacement of the word "mother"

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

I hate you and your mother,

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants