This is a song about "Arabs and muslims"

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

I know what you do with that

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels

And nasty remains and bones

Please put that in your notes

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Jews killed, christians convert, and muslims are extreme

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt