This is a song about "Ibn al haytham"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

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

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Al-right, continue to impose my might.