This is a song about "Ibn al haytham"

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Out-of-place and tore-up like al-qaeda with a jewish bible,

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

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

You gotta make sure you aim right

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

I'm al capone in a fedora, execution on the church altar