This is a song about "Jews in camps"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Wars against jews, muslims, atheists, and protestants

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Elongated skulls so whose who? something that the real jews knew,

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

See i walked in while she creeped in.

They gon' love me for my ambition

I know they pay me too much of attention

In a private jet while i'm walking in

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

And jews can’t be saviours, so it’s best he isn't circumcised

In proving improvement in chunks,

He dont want the diamonds