This is a song about "Al sharpton"

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

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Al-right, continue to impose my might.