This is a song about "Wahington ali"

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

I'm like mohammed ali in his prime, killin' all of yours kiddish rhymes.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Im the greatest since muhammad ali

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Knocking these hoes out, muhammad ali

Sommin like muhammed ali

I'mma live and die in cali

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

You wouldn't understand why ali is here

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Niggas call me mo ali

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Lyrical ali, leave you wonderin',