This is a song about "Fuck the arabs"

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Now get the fuck back hoe

Turning to ground zero

Hop off the bus

Where the fuck the chorus

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Fuck the money and public opinion

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.

What we gotta do to survive

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Because the government just does'nt give a fuck