This is a song about "Al dente"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

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