This is a song about "Amin ibrahim"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Imma mystery man who sheds light with my lines of a god,

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Set the house up like toast,with a tank of gasoline

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

The greatest above, muhammad ali

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Still the pain recites at it's own heights, heard from all levels of the house

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse