This is a song about "Al ibn haytham"

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And i got a little big, keep it low key

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book