This is a song about "Value village"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I pillaged your village with pickets/ and ridded you villains and bigots

I know a picture's worth a thousand what's the value of a word?

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

An emotion that has no value and doesn't need to be heard

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Mosquitos pisses me off,the village town will revive my past,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But it’s for shock value and money, we simply draw from this energy,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

He roamed around his village curing people's pandemonium

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

Manualist, i value my hands with this miraculous magic - only amulets have it

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit