This is a song about "Arab money"

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Hustle for dis country money

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

That's why i'm after this money

Chillin' with homies and family

What's real/ i want to tell you a story about a beautiful arab

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club