This is a song about "Arab rambo"

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

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

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

Steaming enraged, unleashing my rage, released on the page,