This is a song about "West africa countries"

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Eastside, take em to the west

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

My ego is big as kanye west,

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

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

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far