This is a song about "Arab spring"

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

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

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love