This is a song about "Arabs and muslims"

Get high together, left ny together

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

What i do, through and through and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

And inhospitable,

Lady at the frank stand will

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Muslims bombed their own people, y’all just made it worse,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,