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

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

From the east to the west coast

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

And i still look less fresh than kanye west

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Of people that are smaller than him, under him, but a great nation,

Eastside, take em to the west

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

My ego is big as kanye west,

That i can only love you when you undressed

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

They call us misfits, societies worst dream

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse