This is a song about "Arab slag"

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

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

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

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

Thinking about you, you slag

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

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