This is a song about "Al dente"

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

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

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

But five years from now i bet she see

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

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