This is a song about "Arab slag"

Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Thinking about you, you slag

You got reason to brag

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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