This is a song about "Al capone"

Out-of-place and tore-up like al-qaeda with a jewish bible,

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

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

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

Killa never let the drama slide

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home