This is a song about "The inftifadas"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

We self-made but never is an i on the team

She ain't got a man

Still the man with the pan

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Here's the answer and the antidote:

To soho, baby milo so dope