This is a song about "Al sharpton"

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

But there's nothing else inside

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

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

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

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Must be a lady in tha light

Al-right, continue to impose my might.