This is a song about "Arab slag"

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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/

You know i’m better off without you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

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

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

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

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

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