This is a song about "Arab slag"

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

She gonna dance when that molly through

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

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

Growen up to be a drug doing , no good for nothing , young age

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Thinking about you, you slag