This is a song about "Al capone"

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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