This is a song about "Arab slag"

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

Thinking about you, you slag

The third one is mixed, white and black

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

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

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

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

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