This is a song about "Smaller societies of west africa"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

His d*** is smaller than a birth control device,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Repping that west with knock out

Im like nah im on that delonte west

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

My ego is big as kanye west,

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

With a much smaller heap and the same size stack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

How their societies blow evil debris and remnants,