This is a song about "I m kurdish"

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear