This is a song about "West africa countries"

From the east to the west coast

Women front, they get its cold

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Niggas in the street scared

Eastside, take em to the west

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest