This is a song about "Syrian refugee immigration use"

Murder all your artists

Ya needa use your fists.

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

I can't control it there's no use

Go like i never seen a red light shine

He'd rather wisely use the time

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

I don't know what words to use

I always use the rubber.

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Private interests use college for profit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Use you for immolation...

Or babies they raisin