This is a song about "Al ibn haytham"

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

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

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

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look