This is a song about "Isreal and arabs"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

I don't want it on my back

And like to boast and brag

This how i hear it different

Social conditioning and