This is a song about "Rands and naira"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

She michael jackson bad

And like to boast and brag

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Man this life is but a dream

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And these shape-shifting hoes