This is a song about "Suk ya m9m"

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

Is written in our souls, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Ya don't know what i've been through do ya,

I let that choppa intersect ya

To liberate yourself, africa

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Bitch i’m coming for ya.