This is a song about "Rowad al khaleeg"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Parallel on the other side

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money