This is a song about "Rands and naira"

Hey, must be the money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I just know what you mean

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

She got me caught up in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Me against you the movie of the year

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

And like to boast and brag