This is a song about "Al lugha al arabyaa"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

My conscious only knew whats half tight

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

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

On they twitter writing novels, see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

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

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

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

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle