This is a song about "Al ibn haytham"

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

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

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

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

And if i want to go outside

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

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

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?