This is a song about "Irani"

Occasion when i'm blazin asian and no drops to fade it with

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint

Analyzing the arab ways , it wasn't right and it had to change/

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Raised as an asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Persian togas surrounded by lions, thats ferocious/

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

My asian immigrant parents had something to prove

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Her eyes stay low call her asian

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

And my eyes stay tight like i'm asian, well

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell