This is a song about "Al bitches"

Broke and no one notices

Like i been slapping bitches,

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

No apologies for these bitches

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Take her back to where i live

Who buzz bully you bitches