This is a song about "Arabs unite"

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

We are just chill and hope all of our others unite

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

For when i'm gone the world will unite

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

The problem is, when nations unite, and stand for religions it awakens

Flight, tonight is the night where i prove white can re-unite this nation,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation