This is a song about "I m kurdish"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Used to call me the african don dada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Teenage parties, i recommend you