This is a song about "Arab rambo"

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

With every stereotype against us like we're trapped in a cage

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

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

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

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks