This is a song about "Ya allah"

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Im moving right past ya

I ain't, mad, at cha

Now worship me i'm a snake-goddamn allah!

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Close ya mouth son, i see ya drooling

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

Cause i ain't mad at cha

I just gotta mock ya,