This is a song about "Killing arabs"

My divine itching and shrine killing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

Whether it was prison or a killing,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Like when i used to be killing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Brutally killing every syllable, see?/

On this mission that im killing,

Why not me the same thing