Intro

Quail eggs

Only serve me quail eggs

With that saffron season salt

It’s exquisite

Verse

Since I grew my hair lately

I’ve been feeling like the black Michael Bolton

Baby I’m as fly as a Volcan

Gem encrusted crescent swords

Like we ready for desert storm

It’s just the life of a sultan

Balenciaga fabrics are lavender

While I’m chopping yam and tilapia

Politicking with my African mafia

Sharing folktales of magical characters

A wizard with this sorcery my gang say “Alafia”

The eagles so we don’t eat equal

Goose feather pillows cos I even sleep regal

Wake up and set my targets in boss mode

pronto

Wheat grass shots in Versace Baroque robes honcho!

No gassing, but damn I’m so handsome

With goals like Marco Van Basten

And I get fly, grab a three-piece suit with a neck tie

Turkish said these criminal meetings are clandestine

Cigars in the back room,

Surrounded by war generals commanding platoons

And five bitches speaking mandarin

Who know that I’m partial to Crab Rangoon

Flight booked at 6 to Cancun, I’ll be back soon

The dirt on my kicks came from the sand dunes

The eighth wonder of the world bitch I need a statue

Or a monument, cos even my ops know of my opulence I got it from the continent

Just landed In Detroit bumping Dwele

In a Martin Laurence Pele Pele

My bitch African American but she wore Agele

It cost a pretty penny for this penne

Big plate of pasta up in Carbone’s

But I move like an east end gangster in a jaguar with a car phone

Pockets on anabolic steroids

And I got them Ice Cubes with me, uncle Elroy

Outro

That’s it

That’s it

Keep all of that