This is a song about "Its ramadan"

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

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

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Its for certain that its curtains

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Its affecting adrenaline

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Its in my mind, its takin over, its gettin closer

Ramadan, i’m the don of the diamond jewels

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love