This is a song about "Rip my nigga"

My verbals rip shit brains give birth to thoughts in triplets

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Respectfully rip my conscience rest in peace,

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I might got tourettes wont hold my tongue nigga,

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

That a 12 hour shift, of a bitch on my dick, every time i spit, i rip,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Meanwhile you can stroke my fuckin' belly nigga,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I said, "i'll delete my twitter for my motherfucking nigga,

But if you want, the beef my nigga

Is written in our souls, africa