This is a song about "Allah akubar"

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Ignored 'em, went to the mosque, ask allah for increase of my sloggin'//

Allah, not even dat

That moschino shit is so back

Now worship me i'm a snake-goddamn allah!

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

In the name of allah the beneficent, the merciful

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

I wanna kill churches, they take your dollars they claim's for allah,

I ain't being bootsycrusin' in a six-o impala

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Take one wish to allah, yup