This is a song about "Amin ibrahim"

I stay lonely and cocky

The greatest above, muhammad ali

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Knocking these hoes out, muhammad ali

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Hello youssef i know we have been through some shit

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

The muhammad ali intensity gon make you realize the king in me/

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Hey youssef i know we have been through shit