This is a song about "Nigga andrew tripin"

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

Beautiful are thou, africa

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

The science and the art, africa

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Yeah, one time for the

None of that bullshit nigga

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Young roy to another nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the