This is a song about "Al sharpton"

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

I'm al capone in a fedora, execution on the church altar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

They say nothings ever free