This is a song about "Mohamed the arab"

The truth but thats the way

I can't keep running away

The streetz is aint the safe

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Growing up with an arab family , you'll never be happy.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Do the math, get the sum

Stood out like pootie tang

The weed into the bong

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

It disgused my whole arab family/ but he was the ticket over

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity