This is a song about "Arab rambo"

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

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

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

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

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

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

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree