This is a song about "Allah au akbar"

I can always depend on my mama

I’m elohim, god, and allah

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

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Coroners comfort your mama

Who praise me like allah

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Allah, not even dat

I promise i'mma call you back

Take one wish to allah, yup

What a mess! but we clean in the club