This is a song about "Al bundee"

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes