This is a song about "Small african children"

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

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

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

You face made blind children cry

Yeah bitch this date's done

As i christen your children

She never ready to go so she forever come

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

This african already been

And i’m talkin, passenger action

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

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