This is a song about "The democratic republic of congo"

We don't ever make love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

From the womb, my newborn child

In the face of the outside.

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

To the voice of the oblivion,