This is a song about "Al sharpton"

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one