This is a song about "Anwar al mustafa"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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