This is a song about "Arab gay boy"

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

It disgused my whole arab family/ but he was the ticket over

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Because what you spit is gay,

If you didn't know i feel this way

Little gay lookin' boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

The cops lock up blacks for no reason, they live in a cage,

Analyzing the arab ways , it wasn't right and it had to change/

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

And i can't even look the other way