This is a song about "Its ramadan"

Catch you up on places i've been

Its an imagination

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

While scheming on hits

When nerves grow and words are soared its,

The ramadan the start of dawn to qur'an where they look upon,

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I know its hidden but its no ....taboo

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Wonder if they take it all back

Its full bad,its just sad

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold