This is a song about "The hardship of the africans"

Shaved of the face of the earth

Talking of the gods you serve

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

For the man of the hour

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

To the voice of the oblivion,

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

To the rigors of the industry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So you finally got the nerve

Across the face of the earth

In the face of the outside.

Jimmy back me, child

Thinkin of the the dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans