This is a song about "Al dente"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

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

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready