This is a song about "Phonk brazilian"

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

To catch you in the radius, this miscellaneous canadian compatriot

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

We be in the party like we own that bar

The games new emir i run this shit like a african dictator

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her