This is a song about "West africa countries"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Repping that west with knock out

Cuz baby that's how we do it in the west

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I am the next kanye west

Stop it if you scared

My ego is big as kanye west,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Faking the be best saying you from the west