This is a song about "Small african children"

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

There's children dying and i am crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

All the innocent little children

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

So flee this beef children,

So the ones eye has freak don't run

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga