This is a song about "Allah huakbar"

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I’m elohim, god, and allah

Lucky seven probably poppa

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Who praise me like allah

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Take one wish to allah, yup

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

In the name of allah the beneficent, the merciful

And you all will respect that

Allah, not even dat