This is a song about "Al"

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Al-right, continue to impose my might.