This is a song about "Arab rambo"

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Menace when i step in the game, i came with a twelve gauge

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

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

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

I wish that i could say, i was crazier then rambo