This is a song about "Al sharpton"

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

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

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

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

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money