What’s up homies?

A palace of gold, a kingdom of wealth,

A thousand luxuries, a fortune of health.

Private jets flying, billions to spare,

But when Arab brothers cry, nobody's there.

For allies, the doors are open wide,

For suffering neighbours, there's nowhere to hide.

I speaks of unity, of honour and pride,

Yet counts my billions while brothers die.

Oil in my kingdom, gold in my hand,

But little compassion for my own Arab land. 💰