This is a song about "Aelfric emir"

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

Amin, inshallah i'll find a way

Out-of-place and tore-up like al-qaeda with a jewish bible,

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree