This is a song about "Ali dixon"

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Like ali,i uppercut verses,sure you cant win this

With prince ali busting rhymes while you cower in fear

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Knocking these hoes out, muhammad ali

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Given shoutouts to muhammad ali

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I'm like mohammed ali in his prime, killin' all of yours kiddish rhymes.

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Lyrical ali, leave you wonderin',

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Blue dixon running shoes hanging from laces,hearts pounding faster when

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den