This is a song about "Dubai"

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Den i'm gone cut to rome, fuck prison i won't be fine//

So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Emceeing skills arent build in a day just like rome

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

You caught me in a state of depression

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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