This is a song about "Ya sfeqfhc aww dhjfsd"

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

How beautiful are thou, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

I let that choppa intersect ya

Is written in our souls, africa

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Kicks new, my denim, raw

But do ya know what fuck ya!

I ain't, mad, at cha

Bitch i’m coming for ya.