This is a song about "Arab girls"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Girls looking like barbie

I got the right to be cocky

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I'm on deck i'm up next

All the girls wanna have sex

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Come on this journey

These girls be so thirsty,

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

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

Which prevents a better life and so i live in a cage,