This is a song about "Arab slag"

Which prevents a better life and so i live in a cage,

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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