This is a song about "Arabs turning into whores"

In the mirror? i think im turning you into a lover.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Turning you bitches to splatter

Not even my favorite rapper

You already reached your peak, your slowly turning into an antique,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

When i'm fucking with these whores

Shots, they back and forth

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Go , leave her , cuz solo deals with such whores

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

Quick turning into that cocky kid