This is a song about "Nigga swell"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

The tears swell up in my eyes as i write this

You say you got a nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

The first five minutes is swell.

Dmv they know me well

They getting nice, they got some ice

"mommy i can rap!" oh swell son, that's nice

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Our children must be taught, of africa

You think that he frontin nigga?